I don't know what to do anymore.
Faces and voices cloud me.
Telling me this, tellling me that.
Where should I go, who should I turn too.
Are the choices mine to make?
I surround myself with pretty things and pretty thoughts.
Pretty friends and pretty pathetic excuses to make up for a pretty average life.
Why must it be this way.
Having everything at once.
And then left with nothing.
Too much of a good thing
or none at all.
Ruins so many lives.
Why is it for me to decide.
Who died and gave me this grief.
By Rebecca R. Burton