Who are you

without your choices?

What are you made of

if not several voices?

Echoing

Echoing

The soft chant of expectation

the loud roar of deprication

The insinuation of

you are not enough

you are not _that_ tough

no matter what you’re not that loved

Who are you

without those voices?

who are you when you silence those

noises?

if you couldn’t fail

if you couldn’t lose

if you knew no matter what

you’d be happy because

_you could choose. _

__

but you haven’t.

and that could change

but it won’t.

and you’re to blame.

know that these choices

who and what you are

are yours to make

and in the end

we only regret the chances

we didn’t take.