Granted It Was My Choice

Granted I held the “know how” To make decisions on my own Granted I knew the consequences Of being afraid to be alone Granted I was raised with values And morals to guide through life Granted I had the opportunity Of remaining the invisible wife Granted I knew right from wrong Yet somehow I veered off path Granted I knew the fundamentals Of an addictive ruthless wrath Granted I abused your advice Tossing it to the side as simple dismay Granted I knew the truthfulness To which my actions did display Granted I took your kindness And took advantage without remorse Granted I took your loving admiration Allowing my tenacity to run its course Granted I was weak and I failed terribly To the many immoral decisions I see Granted it was my choice to undo the past But in the end it was all because of me © Stacy Lynn Stiles