Behind The Scenes

Listen to her moan and wail
Simply to no avail
In sadness more so than malice

No one sees her standing there
Did anyone ever really care
About poor little Alice ?

Always was lacking in attention
Eager for her parent's affection
Never did she grow up to understand

Never did she come to know
What love means

And
She continues to roam
The house that strangers after strangers
Call their home

What few years of life she was blessed with
Was lived behind the scenes

Followed by decades of a paler existence
Wandering in a catacomb
Taking refuge from wicked stepmothers
And Red Queens

Bedtime stories she can't even read
Without warm smiles tucking her in bed
No kind souls to give her whatever she might need
Or to tell her

She is fucking dead