The views of a changeling

I was always one for an imagination. It was so powerful, it clouds all memories of reality, revealing only the past that brought me to the immersions of it, instead of reality.
Over time my mind has fought between these two, the life in reality and the life in imagination. I have tried to make them coexist for a while, my dream is to merge the two and let imagination be my fuel in reality. However life has seemed to have given me only pain, a idea that these two aren't meant to be one.
It has given me two paths to an end, either to take in reality and fall to despair as it reveals the crumbling world, or walk to imagination and fall to the illusions and hope that has kept me going so far. To step in poison, or continue to breath another poison in-
I've made my choice.. it was and is all I have really, so take a step into my world, see what I've seen through my poetry and twisted confusing words.
These illusions in reality.

(This will be a lot of teenage angst and stuff, mostly just a lot of angst and some suicidal thoughts.
This will contain a lot of confusing situations, and is unlike my other stories, so if you don't want to read it, don't- This is just to vent and to display my unusual feelings, so do what you will-)