The sun goes down, the moonlight glistens,
everythings quiet, no one listens,
The hearts of young little girls and boys,
sometimes brake like stupid toys.
they laugh a lot and sometimes cry.
after a while they give up, and just don't try.
At least for me no one could care,
They don't even notice if i'm here or there.
But at least for me i dont need a him or friend named her,
i'm proud of myself, 'cause i'm a dreamer.
caitlyn Acheson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreamer-34/
