Scatter Brain Jane has something wrong inside,
Her head is a giant jumble that she tries to hide,
As you pass by her outside on the street,
She looks so normal as she smiles to greet.
But you have no idea of the mental anguish,
All she does with her day is wait and languish,
For something that she may not ever achieve,
But if you saw her you might just disbelieve.
The morale of the story is one tried and true,
You cannot tell when someone feels blue,
Before you judge a book you might want to look inside,
Because like us all Scatter Brain Jane has something to hide.