Drink this you say, it will help you to fake it.
But I don’t know what I’m faking it for?
What does normal even look like –
Will it suit me, will it even fit me?
For I feel Alice in the shadows, lurking –
Making believe that this is Wonderland.
When I’m too wounded by the arrows
Of all those imaginary successes
The population of this modern utopia are shooting at me.
How do I know what is real,
When all I am fed is snake-oil,
Vanity and fakery. Tell me, in what am I meant to believe.
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