CHOICE

They say they're there to help me.
And give emotional support.
If they take their own tests
Are they sure THEY won't fall short?

Many reasons I've been offered
For being such a mess.
Parents, drugs, alcohol
Or all of them, they guess.

At first it seemed real easy
Just pick the right catch phrase
From ones like, "Hey, shit happens"
To, "Wait for better days".

Now I'm fed up, I've had my fill
Of this abdication crap.
If I am a mess, the buck stops here.
I've got to take the rap.

This day is MINE, I can choose
To do the best that I can do.
The choice is mine, and the results.
I own them, me, not you!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2010

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shirali
you are a destroyer of lies and a writer of truth!applause every failiure makes us a bit more winner and these woords are a proof of that!!!cheers
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