my choices
they wanted the best for me,or they wanted the best from me.
in the midst of all the noise,
no one cared about my choice.
i didn't want what they did,
maybe i was a bad kid .
but maybe it wont be that bad,
by my choice at least i wont be sad.
i wanted to voice my thoughts,
but they were incomplete dots.
yet of one thing i was absolutely sure,
their choices weren't my cure.
if at all it went bad,
if my choices drove me mad,
i would be the only one to blame,
and wouldn't be that lame
compare that to blaming them,
after all that I've got from them.
hatred would grow in time,
our love would be sour as lime.
Poetry by alexandrine
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Written on 2011-10-14 at 12:36
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