This is me, trying not to cry.
This is me, writing without disguise.

Somewhere along these situations,
I agree I am so good at choosing wrong decisions.

I gravitate to the worst,
I initiate compassion to men without remorse.

Every now and then, I would think
Maybe I was born to give out my self.

I was raised with too much love,
And so I should get my heart torn apart.

Maybe that's my reality, maybe that's my truth.
But then again, No! I must change and enjoy my youth.