Un... Un-Real, or Unreality?

The strange malady has struck…

summed up by comparisons

of day and night.

In dreams

we are anything

                       strange creatures wandering

                                      where the mind wishes

                                                   achieving diverse ambitions;

By day something -

ourselves perhaps -

stymies, confines, quashes.

I do not call it 'reality'.

It is the un-reality,

a learned ‘other’ existence

fallibility bent

to extraneous

expectations

overriding determinations to put

oneself

first.

Is it conformity, a need

to be

 ‘good’, a frailty

of mind

that seeks negation

in an effort to be a false ideal,

self-sacrificial? 

Perhaps it's merely a dilatory nature…….