A Faze In My Life

Am I crazy and demented or psychotic?

Maybe everyone's a bit like this; I'm normal then... I'm normal, then!

Could I just be normal like everyone else?

Fear in facets, we're afraid to be alone and alone cause we're afraid.

Am I holding on to life itself, or living recklessly?

I am absolutely, irrevocably, inconsolably unhinged. I am failing at the basics, yet I expect A's on pieces of paper.

Life screams to be noticed, beckons to be taken seriously.

I need to take life seriously.

Don't hold me back, I can do it myself, and I'll damage this relationship.

It's two, and I can guess who.

Holding back to keep you sane, I've saved you from a fiend.

My love is real to me, but maybe not to you. I never want you to know who I am.
I am the epitome of disaster.

Heart, mind, and emotion overlaps in the case of blowing situations out of proportion.

Irrational thoughts are natural for me.

Who am I?