Choices

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?

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

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