Again?

Am I not allowed to be sad every once in a while. It's really irritating when I can't even be sad and pretend in public because it's the easiest thing to do. I come home and instead of comfort, I get suspicious and accusing eyes.

Those who understand, those who know, will never let me know they know. No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I beg. My words are like water. For a split second, you feel it, but soon it all evaporates and its just a memory of what was once there.

So where am I? Spiraling down the rabbit hole. Chasing the white rabbit that I seem to never come close to. Drink me, eat me.

One day I will make it out of Wonderland and when I do I hope that there will be someone on the other side to lend a hand and lift me out. One day....some day....