Metaphors

What if this town was just in my mind and when it gets dark it's just my depression taking over? But if that's the case, why does this town need her smile so much? It won't cure darkness. It just makes everything look darker in comparison. And what if the white jacket that didn't fit is just me not being able to fit in here. Not even the friends I came with fit me anymore. Can I make it out of here alive? Do I watch your life unfold before my very eyes? Or maybe I'll just spend Christmas Eve fake angry at you. Modern Baseball may save my life, but really, I despise Sports.