The Cheshire Cat Poem by Noah Body

When is it ok to give it all up?
When is it ok to be all alone?
Is it possible to do this
Without having to atone?

How many years must go by
Before you're locked in?
When leaving it all is
nothing but a sin?

How much wasted time must go by?
Does it ever get any easier
To say good by
without feeling sleazier?

How much of my life
Must I give to this lie?
For how many years
Must I continue to try?

How much despair
Must I continue to take?
For how much time
Must I live a fake?

How many times
must I set myself aside?
How many times
Must I continue to hide?

When do I count?
when does it matter?
I feel like the Cheshire cat
Or even the mad hatter.

I've given my life
To this mad tea party
It's not fun anymore
It never was hardy

How much must I take
Before I let go?
How much more happen
Before I say no?

Soon all that's left
Will be my fake smile
Pasted on my face
Like a ceramic tile

I'll wither away
And vanish in the air
But my smile will stay
And I won't even care

Like the Cheshire cat
All that's left is my smile
The rest of me lays
on the floor in a pile

That smile's been glued
on my face forever
It's not real you know
It is whatever