Ask Me How It Feels

Choices

Choices

They taunt you

They haunt you

It takes so long

There's too many

Not enough

Is there something wrong?

I can't make it

My mind is distraught

To contemplate all of the

Outcomes I've got

But when the decision is finally made

You sit there and wait there

It's starting to fade

Is it right?

Is it true?

is it my choice to do?

But after you make it

It's just judging you

Finally,

You're finally done

It stays at the back of your mind

It talks about you from behind

Judging.

Guilting.

Screaming.

That you made the wrong one