In reflection, I’ve determined an occurrence I wasn’t previously aware.
When overstimulated, my hearing is profoundly faulty. I think I know what you said. I’m certain I heard you correct, but I didn’t.
Reality is derailed, I feel foolish, hate myself, falling down the dark hole of what is, what isn’t, and then I’m terrified.
So easy is reality warped, me mistaken, I can easily believe you if you gaslight me. I’m always willing to believe me the error in judgement; all from an auditory mishap from being too tired.
No wonder giving up grabs me so often anymore. A dreary note beckons me into desolate paths so easy, I know not what truth is.