in the world of Don Quixote

what if i'm not meant to be where i want to be?

maybe i don't really have what it takes to be there.
but if i dont, then why do i feel like i do? like i'm some kind of a --- nevermind.

maybe i'm just some sort of a Don Quixote person,
I'm a hero ... i'm a damn good hero but only in my head...
only in my own awesome world.

"oh yeah sure i can do that ... but the thing is, i'd rather not to."
that's the lamest way to justify ones incompetence.

if only i could i would stay inside my head forever.
reject reality because reality sucks.
reality sucks because to me reality means limitations.

i want to be the person i believe I am or at least the person i want to believe I am.
but what i really am is just someone who isn't good enough.

i've always get through depressions just like this.
i wish i could make belive my way through to this one ...
just like how i did before.