All the choices I have made.
Had me locked behind a door.
On a cement slab is where I laid
Wishing I could do more.
What I was doing was wrong
"This isn't me" I would say.
For I knew I was strong
To put my foot down and turn away.
I was living a life of hell
What I thought was fun, you see,
was really pain hiding in a shell
And pain, is what it brought me.
Plus what is fun anyway?
Disrespect, lies, and the laws I was breakin'?
Friends were not friends at all
For I had surely been mistakin'?
Now the present is what it is,
The past you cannot change
But by making right choices
The future you can arrange.
I can no longer live this life,
going down this destructive path,
It's time I end this strife.
And put to death this awful wrath.
I've chosen to again rise above,
to live right, pure and free
to reach out to the ones I love
Because pain is all it brought me.
N.O., age 17
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