Plain Jane

Finding peace in the melancholy,
seems to some as such a folly.
I cannot help that glitz and glamour, 
makes me feel rather tired.

It drains my soul and dries my eyes,
makes me rather want to cry.
Don’t be such a waste of space!
The people yell to my face.

But, 
why cannot I just be
plain old Jane,
old dreary me?

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