Being My Own Divorce Lawyer

This is how it is To be torn between two options And not know I am facing them. How can I? They say I’m too young. It’s hard To interpret the look in those eyes, To hear those unspoken thoughts. Yet I feel I know Even if they are keeping it from me. Hurried meetings, Tears and promises, Yet no sign of What I hope they will say. They say I’m too young. If they wonder why I’m not As cheerful, as bright as I am usually, Do they know That they are responsible? How can I understand Things they never show, Things they never talk of? And still those two options, Those two ways And being implored to choose, When I don’t know what I’m choosing When I don’t know why I’m choosing When I don’t know where it’ll lead me… I still don’t know I’m facing them, Facing those two choices. This is how it is, Because they say I’m too young.