I may not know what is entirely wrong with me,
I may not want all the things that portray to be ahead,
I may not understand every little detail of this nonsense,
It’s nothing but simply reality.

What I do understand is I can’t let this control me,
What I do understand is I am the cause of this,
What I do understand is I was oblivious of who I truly am,
It’s everything except this thing called fantasy.

I may want to run away and never turn back,
I may want to stop this aching pain with the peace of death,
I may want to stop waiting for the day I can finally be free,
It’s nothing but simply reality.

What I need is to accept that with patience I will receive,
What I need is to fight this off and be as strong as I can be,
What I need is to be content in knowing that I’m not like anyone else,
It’s everything except this thing called fantasy.

I hate that I have to find a way to make being alone okay,
I hate that all this seems to be happening so suddenly,
I hate that it gets to the point where I have no control over my own body,
It’s nothing but simply reality.

I love that I have someone to support me in this hell,
I love that we’re different from the ordinary and we’re simply extraordinary,
I love and adore that we’re in this fight together,
It’s everything except this thing called fantasy.

There are things I may or may not understand,
There are things I want and there are things I need,
There are things I hate and ones I completely adore,
Welcome to facing reality.