Lamp poem

I once knew a lady, whose head was a lamp,
and she was shining so bright, that you had never seen anything more alike.

It wasn't easy among people to accept this abnormal young ms. So
she tried to live a normal life, behind a normal door in bliss.

But in this world, you see there is, absolutely no room to fail.
And you must understand, as a lamp headed woman, you don't belong out there.

But it's not so bad to be this young ms. if you just think about this:
Though even when it was late at night, she never had to take a walk in the dark.