13. A Man in a Hat Stiffly, I walked down the stairs, having trouble breathing because of the corset-type thing on the dress I had been forced to wear. The lace around the bottom scratched my legs through the fishnet stockings and God, did I hate high heels. Tillie held tightly to my hand, her small palms sweaty. With my other hand, I trailed the railing to keep my balance in both the heels and with the difficulty breathing. "There are my darlings!" simpered the Red Queen. "Now, why don't we three go out to the garden for a nice cup of tea and a pretty little game of croquet?" While she spoke, she linked arms with me and my sister and moved us toward the patio. "Alice, my dear, I do hope that that nasty boy, Hatter, didn't wreck you with his lies, did he?" I didn't answer. "Come, come, girl. Answer me."
Innocence to bitternessHow can a voiceless girl lie.Sounding with broken lips,Eyes so wide to the mess of the world,Smelling the death of happiness,Listening to the silent symphany of the heart beats all around,Feeling the broken people.How can she lie.Walking through years,Humming with birds,Speaking to the World,Shes showing her shine.Can she lie?She grew up,Taught, learnt,Respected by many,A wise girl it seemed,But she did a silly thing indeed.She lied.Thought smiling was easier,But really it hurt to express something that had never been there,She went to drink,She got screwed around,Smoked it away.She sang with broken lips,Tainted by lies,Kissed by cheats,Bitten by boasters,But belonged to an angel of hope that had a destiny.Lies.Even those who have no need to lie,Still lie.Its human nature.