It is up to you
Yes, this much is true
How will you spend you years
Will you sit alone
Crying
Sighing
Self-Confidence Diving
Or will you choose the popular life
A life of toil and strife
Crying yourself to sleep every night
What will you choose
Will you feel alone,
Even surrounded by friends
Or will you be bothered
By those that you don't know
Will you run in fear
Throughout the years
Worried what they'll say behind your back
Or will you just say
"What the hell. It'll happen some day."
These are your choices,
think them through
Because someday
They'll be presented to you.
When they pose these questions,
Don't give them an answer
Just pull up this poem
and let them answer for themselves
What would be better?
Which would be worse?