Who Am I

Sometimes

I look into a mirror

and question, the creator

who am I?

Hard question, you see

For some as small as me

But honestly, Who am I?

Does my name even matter

But you can call me the mad hatter

I have traveled through wonderland

Looking for an answer

To a question, oh so dear

Maybe it's an answer I can't bear

But, who am I?

You can call me Ella

As in Drusilla, the girl with the sister

Who got the whole story and prize and glamour

I am, always behind the scene

Waiting for the Queen,

Who never gets me or lets me paint

A picture that might be perfect

With plenty perfectly expressed pains

But no, 'cause she has nothing to gain.

Who am I?

Maybe, I am a girl like beauty

But this story has no monsters for me

No talking teapots and dancing tables

Oh how I wish, these stories weren't fables

But I can dream, of such things

Because I know that monsters can't be kings

Neither a silly girl like me can be a princess.

Dancing in a beautiful fancy blue dress.

So again, I press the question

Who am I?

I am neither a princess

Or a Damsel in Distress

But I am who I am

And at last, I shall see

I am nothing but a dreamer

with lots of pretty dreams

Doing adventurous stuff

Are in my mind,

But when I wake, I have to shake

The dreams of finer things and times

Beauty filled rhymes of

Who am I?

I know now who I am

Who I really am

Who I want to be

From today on I want to help

The mentally ill dream

Because when you have a gift,

I believe you should share it.

End the heartbreak of reality

when I work hard to promote very nice dreams

Making those dreams now no more fiction

But a very very true fact indeed.

I am me

And this is a true story

A story about a maker of dreams

Dressed in red and cream

Ready to let little boys and girls

be merry.

I am me, The dream Queen.

Are you Ready?