Choices


You think you know me but you don't,
You shove your fingers down my throat,
And leave the words I'll never say,
But what they are's not what you claim.
I sit aside and bite my tongue,
And know that just because I'm young,
I still know more of life than you,
And do the things you'll never do.
But I when I sit and reminisce,
There's surely joys of life I've missed,
A mother's word, a father's arm;
Other than what keeps me far.
A simple day to be a child;
A time to just lean back and smile.
And yet these words are coming out,
The ones I swore I'd live without,
The ones you thieves carved in my voice,
And always claimed it was my choice.

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