You make choices
Its all you
On your own
And its for the better
Right?
Then why
Does it feel this way
You see them
With your friends
Your old fun
Your old laughs
Your old joys
Not anymore
It was all you
Your choice
You made it clear
Made it known
It was your choice
And you stand by it
And yet still,
This feeling wont settle.
YOU ARE READING
Exposed
PoetryHere i am With my thoughts My doubts My feeling All layed out Right here Exposed.