I have recently started to question my memories, am I being gaslighted by my own mind?
Am I being tricked into questioning the truth,
Or is the truth a reality I just wish to no longer acknowledge?
The past is a confusion one part of me wishes to unravel, the other, I no longer know,
What is the truth? Am I so far in deep that its become mixed?
When you are told the situation is different from the one you recall,
By the person who caused the situation, do I believe them, or the memory?
I believe I was manipulated, but was there a reason, or so I think,
Did I cause the situation
This is were I am confused on memories Vs reality,
I remember a situation so clearly,
Stood by a car, letter in hand, reading the words,
Told I could use this as proof, BUT it was all my fault, and they would see that by what he wrote,
So instead the letter got destroyed, and now I question whether my memory
Of the time in that letter, was it caused my me, meaning I deserved every moment,
Or was it a reality of a time, I simply cannot face.
I wish I knew the truth, I wish I could make sense of what is the reality,
Or what is the twisted truth of my own mind?
This short moment, is just one moment, in a sea of many others,
I know this is a ramble, I know this makes no sense,
But this is my little part of the world, where making sense doesn’t make sense,
Everything so twisted and confused,
Used against me, I no longer care.
All I wish to understand is what is the truth?
Because I no longer know.
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