To Choose...

I love writing poems... this one's titled "To Choose".

I could tell somebody.
I could blurt it out at any point in time.
But that would leave room for judging...
should I just admit it to the world?
I've already admitted to myself.
Choices.

I could tell them all.
I could say what I did.
But that'd make them hand out labels.
Should I just tell them what I regret?
I've not done it since then... does that mean they still need to know?
Choosing.

Do I only need to admit it to select people?
Do I only need to tell certain ones what I've done?

Now many will accept either one.
Will I lose friends?
Very few will approve of either one.
Will they hate me?
I doubt anybody will understand...
Will they think of me in a different way?

I'm all for being yourself,
being honest.
But what happens when you can't take your own advice?
What do when you're scared to?
Worst of all...
how do you choose when your mind and your heart cannot agree on the decision you should make?
Oh, it's a terrifying thing...
to choose.
by kelsi lynelle.