Fantasy...not me

It hurt me to hear the truth. To have reality given to me in black and white. To hear it said I am not, can not, will not be in the one place I need to be. Walking around with my eyes wide open but not trying to see reality. Outspoken personality? People don't know the half, perhaps that's not someone else's reality but it is mine. Make me into anything else, the situation becomes a fantasy. I am not a fantasy to be downloaded and dispensed into the nearest tissue. If my name is on your lips at the moment of release then let it be my name and not a altered version of what you think you know.
Sometimes I feel you don't know me at all, and if you did, well things would be different. I feel you in my soul but perhaps I don't know you either. Perhaps you are my downloaded image, my fantasy, but I love you. That is reality
I am not angry, I'm just so fucking in love, I'm not sure anyone truly understands it not even me.