What are your choices?
I chose to be gentle because I know how it feels like when the world is being rough,
I chose to feel content because I grew up feeling i am not enough.
I chose to cry it out loud because I know how much it hurts,
Because it was my own father that broke my heart first.
I choose to dream big and try to change and be better day by day,
But all of of it crumbles with just one single word you say.
I feel so afraid because I know I am not strong,
And it feels so difficult to find that place where i truly belong.
Would i be selfish if i ask you to treat me a little nicely?
If you cant, just stab me ten times more roughly.
I choose to be kinder because i am fragile,
Yet i still choose to put on that fake smile.
I have my choices and so do you
And are your actions reflection of the choices you chose too?
Who are we and what are we?
Who and what are we supposed to be?
