Decode Poem by Andrus Cassian

I, I am Sherlock Holmes
only in name, not in comparison
for I love the mystery reality throws with pros and cons
cause I crave the search for my own answers
yet I, I wish for help every once in awhile
I have a block in my road
she's silent, she's new
I'm old, I'm well the class idiot
and no matter how hard I try
I can't quit making a fool out of myself
No matter what I do
I keep missing my chance to make a good impression
Sherlock Holmes would share a laugh at my expense
I'm stumped and I'm close to just
throwing my hands up
translation: give up
Faith is her name but I've lost mine
somewhere in my state of mind