Poem, Written Age 17

I used to think of how I’d see the world,
But now I think of how the world sees me.
The one is joy, the other is a curse;
I’ve lost all sense of objectivity.

Perspective is a world within a ball
Within a hand within another ball —
I used to think of how I’d see the world,
But now I hardly ever think
At all

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