Reality

She's finally lost control,
Her identity,
Her soul,
She hid in the pages of her books,
Pretending they were real,
Getting constant looks,
Then with a sudden "smack!" reality hit,
She can't run, can't hide,
Just wait, and try not to have a fit,
How does one fly with broken wings?
She's tired of being mad,
The proof lies under her eyes in dark rings,
A dream world suits her just fine,
Reality is to cruel,
If only it could shine,
Life is the ultimate sin,
A game with no rules,
That you're expected to win,
Yet she still sits there smiling,
Despite all the broken dreams,
Realities burdens still piling.