Her World Ain't Real

You see, 

Everyone feels, 

Yet she feels better;

If they do it better,

She feels more

And

Everyone's crazy

But this woman's

Other matter ;

Not that she is special, 

But

You think crazy things too,

Don't you let her into you.

Jane Austen's 

England calls her and she

Time travels, 

What the fuck,

Absolutely no reality she sees,

In fellas yet 

She believes in 

Jacob and Harry Potter!

Medieval Europe, 

Anton Chekov...

Miss Karenina 

Silver threads?!

Every character so real, 

Each word surreal, 

All imagination or her very

 Own memory!

I mean, whatever mess 

In that head,

Fantasy, coffee and

Her bed!

Pray, tell me, 

Who can help her

She can't get real

To save herself,

What an elf!

Who can tell

What got into her, 

My best guess...

Jane Eyre.