My Future

They told me that my future was a result of my past Choices that I made when I didn’t know better, Choices that I made for the survival of myself Those same choices that helped me to become the person I am today, They told me that my future was a result of my present, The present that I no longer wished to be a part of The present that had gifted itself to fit in a perfectly wrapped gift The present that I never wanted to open, That same present that was now apart of my reality They told me that my future was a result of my actions, The actions that made our first kiss, The actions that forced me to become vulnerable The actions that broke my heart, when I was taken away from you Those same actions that make me regret getting to know you They told me that my future was a result of my thoughts, The thoughts that slaved me to my past The thoughts that kept me a slave to my mind The thoughts that are being taking away from future Those same thoughts that lead me to write this poem They told me that my future was a result of my body, The body that I tried so hard to change The body that housed the fat that clung to me The body that cannot save me from anything That same body that I tried time and time again to make perfect They told me that my future was a result of something Something that cannot be described, But as usual, They lied, As my future is a result of myself.