Mad Hatter’s Party

In the Mad Hatter’s party, the vainglorious desperately seek validation amidst perceived enemies, in a tragic cycle of insecurity and isolation.

Copyright Β© Priya Florence Shah

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Desperate for validation, drowning in gin,

The Mad Hatter stumbles, where shallowness begins.

At the Mad Hatter’s party, a spectacle of pride,

Where every glance is a challenge, every smile a snide.

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In his mirrored world of shimmering glass,

He sees only rivals, no friendships to amass.

Each guest a threat, a potential defeat,

In his realm of illusions, where ego’s seat.

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He flaunts his wit, sharp and unkind,

Bitter words flow freely, poisoning the mind.

Seeking applause, yet feeding on fear,

The Mad Hatter’s vainglory screams loud and clear.

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But beneath the facade of arrogance and guile,

Lies a broken soul, yearning for a smile.

His laughter echoes hollow, his achievements a sham,

At the Mad Hatter’s table, where darkness swam.

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The Mad Hatter’s frantic quest for acclaim,

Has him lost in a labyrinth of false fame.

Desperate for validation, he found only strife,

At the Mad Hatter’s party, the tragic dance of life.

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