Everyone is caught up in their own fairy-tale,
Their own personal wonderland,
Everyone that is,
Me, myself and I.
It is only me that is feeling down,
It's only me that is sad,
In a world where everyone else lives in wonderland,
And have their own fairy-tales that come true,
It is like when theirs were written,
Mine was left out.
I don't know whether,
That was on purpose or by accident,
But I do know that no one bothered,
To write a fairy-tale,
Or a version of wonderland for me,
No one has bothered with me.
I am alone,
I am the only one that is sad,
In a world of happiness and admiration,
I am not currently part of a fairy-tale,
I could create one.