The Decision

Oh… I just don’t understand Why they have decided this Fate for me and my future, Which feels like torture. Was it my fault, am I to blame For the screams in the walls And the silent meals, Oh how horrible it feels. Where will I live, I must choose The one I love most. Him or Her Whom do I prefer? Oh… I just can’t decide, As I love both so much, But do they love me? How could this be? Perhaps I can change them, So we’re all together In one happy home And never be alone. Or… I’ll do something rash To get their attention By getting desperate So they will not separate. Now… what can I do? Perhaps slit my wrist With an old rusty blade So everything will fade. I’ll never have to choose I’ll never have to decide, And they will be Happier without me. By: Greg Stanley Inspired by the painting “Waiting” by Stephanie Deshpande