Choices
How do you know what’s right or wrong?
You have to believe
You must be strong
Pressure
Comes quick
As you debate your choice
Hoping it won’t turn out to be like a tick
Denial
As you scratch
Your mislead choice
Wishing you could just turn back
Acceptance
Comes to you like rain
Washing it all away
Even the pain
Choices
Endless choices to be made
Whether good or bad
Someone’s paid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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