Fancy

I type this vigorously because
Simply I am tired
Tired of everything
Nothing is what its suppose to be
And truthfully its getting to me
I don't wanna be frustrated
Uncontrollable
Eveything that I try to control
Dont seem to be real
Yet and still I steal
A reality thats not mine
But something that I would
Fancy
Fantasy
So I recalled my reality
And got so mad at me
Why is it so hard to
To just be me
Why cant she love thee
Why do I still have these feeling
That are fading to slowly
They come then the go from me
But they never stay away
This state of mind that nothing is good
And naw it wont be ok
The part of my life that has
Learn the mistakes
Why cant I just go on and learn
Why do old feelings return
But in sheep's clothing