Is This Strange Person Me

I have adapted another persona to escape the real world... when all around me shadows cover every tree, and spotting the crescent moon, I don't feel bored if thoughts for a poem pop up, then it's time to write away! Have I become a moonshiner living through dark? Is this strange person me? Up to now, I'm still a bit jittery having to step outside and inhale a breath of fresh air..... I may hear wild wolves howling, owls cooing and see bats flying from the low shrubs of the deserted park, and being too scared I would retrieve to my lair! Family and acquaintances have noticed the changes in me, I seem too distracted and paying no attention to them is silly; all I think of is of words spoken by people as they walk too fast... and watching their gestures, they show faces serene or mad! How long can I act out the character I have created for myself? Am I an actor or a real person living with a sense of reality? Is this strange person me... missing out on life and not laugh? Condemn literature for my insanity? But would I live without fantasy?