It's a choice, every day.
It's a choice to love someone
To reach out your hand
To open your heart
And it's a choice to keep loving them
Through thick and thin.
It's a choice to stop.
It's a choice to take a step back.
Choices
Choices.
It's a choice to tell someone if you're annoyed.
It's a choice to try to get under their skin.
It's a choice to go for revenge
And it's a choice to fight them
When they fight too.
Choices
Choices.
I always seem to make the wrong ones.
Why is it
That I can never
Do anything right?
It seems right to me.
I don't trust my own judgment
Because everyone else hates me for it.
I'm sorry I have opinions.
Too late to stop now, I guess.
I never could be perfect.
I'm tired of trying.
Choices
Choices.
Would you stop judging me?
Analyzing me?
All the time?
Not just my physical appearance but everything else too?
Am I not good enough?
I have never questioned myself until this year.
Am I really not good enough for you?
Choices
Choices.
They define us.
They define me
But if I'm so bad
Why do my choices seem like the right ones
When they never are?
Comments
If you're asking them if your choices are the right ones, the people who criticize other people every waking moment of their lives, then their answer is most likely not going to do any good for you. You know what you're doing more than they know what they're doing!
Thanks for the advice. :)
You're welcome. :)
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