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
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