It was all my choice
The boys on the playground
Sweet kindergarten kisses
Which purchased for me
12 years of being hated

Still my choice
To give my own innocence
At fourteen
To someone
who could never love me

And my choice again
To become hard and thoughtless
When I saw no friends
No listening ears
And so I became careless

Always my choice
To pursue love offered
Even that which was unworthy
And abused my emotions
For more than two years

My choices, my life
I regret nothing
But that my closest do
Regretting for me
on my behalf

In the end
It will be my choices
That make me different
Which make me strong
And naive
But still my choice