Everyone said "Decisions, Decisions"
As if it was a matter of life and death.
Now I know that they are right,
All it took was one starstruck breath.
We all have our own decisions,
Who to hate and who to like.
But when decisions are not your own,
What point is there to life?

His smile does not belong to me,
Neither does his heart.
Decisions are like the redwood trees,
Daunting and hard to pick apart.

The girl he likes,
She likes him and many more.
This world we face is cruel and mean,
And he has done nothing to deserve feeling sore.
The girl walked down the hall one day,
Hand in hand with another boy.
My face lit up with sympathy,
And me and my perfect boy talked more.

Why should I not be angry?
Why should I be unphased?
How can I go through the pain
Of seeing the dark in his face?

Decisions, Decisions