This
is
a letter
to
reality.

Don't worry.
You don't expect
too much
from me.

Inverted; I
expect
too much
from you.

'Cause I'm sad
when nothing
goes the way
I wish it to.

Tigers and leopards
are in my mind, you see.
Blinding me with all their Eye Screams,
I can't see what's right
in front of me.

And before you accuse me
of being cliche...
well, I can see all my wishes
quite perfectly.

And I can feel out
the real world in front of me

But the problem is
that I refuse to see it.

Dear-dear-dear-dear reality,
I apologize for my naivete.
I don't think this is what I
was meant to be.

I believe I still have far to go.

Dear-dear-dear-dear reality,
Please tell me you can still
accept me.
While I can't quite say I'm fully ready,

I'll be okay if there's still room for growth.