the abandoned part of me

perceptions of reality

are jaded

messed up

blurred

I see one thing and turn it into something else

I think too much

too much thought

perceptions are turned around

before the thought even enters my mind

it comes from the past

There is a line

That was crossed

Long ago

and there is no going back

from here

The perceptions I perceive play tricks on me

and I see what the abandoned part of me lets me see.