There is a girl who lives in a monochrome world,
where everything is grim.
Each day she attempts to add some colour,
But all she adds is sin.
Forgetting the vibrancy of yellow,
and even the red of rage,
She pours her drink and cuts her line
that keeps her in this cage.
And to anyone left to listen,
Still willing to hear her cry,
She will habitually complain
and always ask them why?
Why has life been unfair?
And left her high and dry
Why is everyone succeeding when she would
And every time she spills her plight
It is made abundantly clear,
No one threw her down the rabbit hole,
She made her own way here.