One Wrong Move

All my life every decision is made for me.

From the cloths I wear,

To the friends I make,

The food I eat,

Time I sleep,

Even the way I speak.

I never get to choose for myself. I never decide.

I was loved, once by my mother. But when my two siblings come to line, I was discarded, forgotten. In desperation to get her love and attention, I let her dictate my life and I never mind. Not until I was trapped made a wrong move.