I Tore. I Created. I Chose. I Accepted.

Why is it when we make a castle,
Your castle is weaved of silver,
strung so tight it couldn't break,
And mine made of the instructions

I Tore.

Why is it when we write a story,
Your story has the princess,
So beautiful she's wanted by all,
And mine is filled the goblins

I Created.

Why is it when we are testing,
You mind is so fast,
To pass or to fail, you know both,
But I struggle with the answers

I Chose.

Why is it when we talk about life,
Your lies are so well Created,
Your family is so rotten and Torn,
But mine is filled with the Choices

I Accepted.