My Preception

My precept ion of reality, has become tainted with time; The world seems so bitter, people once friends unkind. My phone which once was busy, now is hardly used; My heart has turned so cold, tired of being abused. Alone I now must sit, things in my life have changed; My marriage which once was happy, my X has rearranged. The simple pleasures I used to enjoy, seem like a chore to me; Happiness once filled my heart, now bitterness is all I see. My precept ion of life is different, though I wished it was not so; Bitterness now lives, where once love used to grow.