Every time I looked at the mirror,
I recall every bad things perfectly.How things aren't supposed to be that way,
how things aren't supposed to be this way.Between two decisions,
either a good nor a bad one,
you could only choose one.Was it a good one,
or was it a bad one?Neither of it are good nor bad,
either of it was the best for you.Even people insist you made a bad one,
oh,who are they to judge?You'd never became you,
or who you are today,
if it wasn't of you.Your decision,
decided who you are.-L
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrywords from deepest soul, sometimes darkest soul. written with love, tears, anger, fear, excitement. sometimes blissful, mostly blue. enjoy, -L