Ricochet

It's a poem.

All this information speaks to this obsession
What is seen is a lie
With all the best intentions
And all the worst directions
Defined by my diagnosis
Lying here in all my imperfections
Acceptances and rejections
A truth is a lie until someone believes it
Trying to keep connections
Chock full of pretensions
In the dark
A torn letter
Lying to myself on different dimensions
Then the world died