Choice
The choices I made were my own
The path I took was my choice
The things I did, the things I used
Were like drugs
Pregnancy was not my choice, yet you threw it at me
But to let it die was my choice
The pain
The regret
The shame
The lies
The promises I made
For better or worst, I lived everyday appreciating what I could've have had.
This poem is about:
Me
My family