Do I reveal my secrets from my inner self,
Or hide them on the upper most shelf?
Do I accept or make a fresh start,
Or wallow in sorrow, let it tear me apart?
Do I forgive all mishaps and forget,
Or let them control and live in regret?
Do I kill the birds of prey to right the wrong,
Or embrace them and love their song?
Do I think of of others and things in my past,
Or forget all and run from this place fast?
Do I care what others in me have seen,
Or make peace with myself for what have been?
Do I step aside, yet not knowing where to begin,
Or see thee child standing there thinking of her sin?
Do I see her for the wrong she has done,
Or remember the smile and fun?
Do I condemn her for the things she’ll do,
Or pity her for what she’s been through?
Do I guess that she is insane,
Or feel only her excruciating pain?
Do I judge her for her thought,
Or see the battle that she has fought?? …