Tired Poem by Amouta Stardancer

Just a sane little girl,
running from an insane world,
won't go back to earth again,
too tired to play pretend.
Doesn't want to be cool,
like every other fool.
Will she ever find a home,
or is she doomed to roam?
Can't live with all those freaks,
calling her the geek.
Just wants to find a place,
with her own race,
where her heart can shout out loud,
and her head doesn't have to live in the clouds.
Just another rolling ball,
doomed to fall,
and never get up again,
if only she'd learned to play pretend