I'm tired

Up on a pedestal, speaking clearly, speaking loud. My country, a persian prince. I'm falling, faint. Should I go or should I not? They might hate me for who I am but I don't hate them... not even when they singled me out. Sheila, I know you've tried but what do you want me to do? Why am I even involved in this conflict? And why is it more important than any of the others in the world. My artsy world, twirling, the passion, but it wasn't all you claimed it to me. Grace, the world's loveliest smile, dark skin, white teeth, a ghoul. I stood close to you and auntyjee was captivated. Rain rain, all wet. I sulk. Here I am mini dearest. I line up, you see me naked. I suspect it's true. I saw... I can't repeat. I'm tired, I can't take it so save me Ivri. They say I shold hate you but I love you, the siren can be heard in an endless loop. But will you reciprocate? Nope. I fall into an uneasy slumber...