All the lies that I've been fed,
Things that could've been easily said.
I still don't know if I did the right thing or the wrong,
But why is it bothering me when it has been so long.

Stories that I was made to believe,
Back when I was a little naïve.
That was a battle that even if I won, I would lose,
Both the sides were close to me that's why it was so difficult to choose.

Should I have done the right thing?
Even if it left me with nothing.
Or should I have left it as it was?
Where nothing was right but everything was a lose.

-  _the_someone