An oldie..

Distorted perceptions
of who I am..
My mind always
changing..
This way..
No..
That way..
Maybe no way
Is the best way..
What do you want?
I don’t know..
What is love?
I am not sure..
Who loves you?
No one
I think..
But I don’t know
the meaning..
How am I to say?
My distorted perceptions..
I think..
I am..
Moving up..
Getting over..
Trying hard..
To find I am
Falling down..
Going fast..
Nothing lasts
Hit by the
reality
Of the delusion
I created..
With my
distorted perceptions..
Of this life..
I am debating..
Can’t believe
My own eyes.
Cannot trust
My own heart
So confused..
Torn apart.
It is death..
I have courted..
Wondering why..
Hope was aborted..
S p o n t a n e o u s l y
It seems...
I am coming apart
at the seams..
I am enclosed
in the dark
But I feel the
warmth of light..
How am I to know..
To sit..
To fight..
Am I to guess?
What’s wrong..
What’s right..
Distorted perceptions..
Makes me wonder..
Keeps me guessing..
As I figure out
The truth..
In this life filled
With misconceptions.
Of these
My
distorted
perceptions.