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.
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