IT'S YOUR CHOICE

Sometimes you're wrong,
You struggle hard to clear all knots
And everything seems
tangled even more
It's about the wrong choices..
Or was it really a mistake
from your part...?
A friend or a foe?

It's hard
When you have to sigh for this question,
When every happening pulls you farther
from the people around..
and wants you to draw the circle smaller
every time...

It's not easy until it becomes a necessity,
There comes a time, when it's really dark
A very vivid but rather calm and
peaceful around..
You chose it completely perplexed
having that inkling in your mind
You chose to lose your older self,
Why?

Maybe,was it easier to have only those
people around you,
Maybe... just maybe
Was it a lot more easier
To live your seconds around them
Whom you cherish and you're cherished too..
Yes?

You could be yourself,
and stand their flaws, the same time
Isn't it easier this way?
Maybe things are meant to go wrong
You learn a new lesson
You might wet some pages too.

At the end,
You gain at least a modicum
of honest smiles around you,
And it's okay..
To lose those fangs.......