letter to myself in poetry

Story is the negotiator between truth and madness and
dreams are just full-life reviews transposed into metaphoric load,
the keys to turning it around in unbreakable incomprehensible code,
sometimes I can’t tell the difference, my heart could just explode.
People pretend you can master life and control your fate but no,
it’s a Nintendo fighting game, mash the buttons, hope for the best
so understand your limitations and respect them this is not a test,
find out what you’re awesome at and do the hell out of that instead.
Just get through the rough spots, just get it through your head
that you are wonderful and your story needs to be told.
This Hamlet shit, brother, it’s getting pretty old.