Isolation

[presqueparfait]

Black
And white
No room for grey
The ideal
So far from anything
I can achieve.
So leave me here.
I was headed for
Collision
A desperate dream
Shattered
But no pieces to be found
What it would be like
Inside my head
You'll never know
And really
I don't either.
Fear consumes
And my thoughts isolate me,
Push me from
The truth,
Reality.
Then suddenly
I'm back again
Fighting for some sense
Of realism.
I don't like it here
So leave me and
I promise
I won't disappoint.