Not so wise, not so pretty, not so ambitious
Not so social, not so gregarious,
A Soul not made for this world
She is a pluto
A failure and a success
A Zero and a one
A misfit that floats in the debris
She falls rarely but deeply
In love and in life
Basks in the emotional aloofness,
but longs for a meaningful connect and a forehead kiss
Her brain knows, pleasure disguises pain
But the heart is adamant
A Constant raging battle
A Soul not made for this world