A Problem is Me

Well, it's easy that a problem is me.
Yet few do remain that could possibly be
anything like me. So why preach to me
on how I am so wrong cause I think I'm happy.
Of course, that's a lie, but who cares anyway?
I'm not half the man that I was yesterday.
Too many obstacles, too many gymnastics,
Sometimes, it can't be solved with my mad tactics.
So, how about you? Are you better than me?
I'm so much more than just your eyes can see.
I'm fading in and out with what I call real.
Where butter is 7 and tigers ares steal.
I hate what I'm seeing for my world is dark.
I'm terrified as I hear my name barked.
Yet somehow, the darkness is mine to command.
I close both my eyes as I lift up my hands
and the world will see what it's like to be me.
And why it is I say a problem is me.