Two choices

T had to write a poem for her English Literature class.  The topic was to be choices, serious, and personal.  

With her permission, I am sharing her poem.  

Two choices that day: 

Tell my mom or hide away. 

I bury my cries in my pillow. 

Everyone asks if something is wrong. 

I say no, 

and push on. 

Day after day she says the same stuff:

You’re not good enough. 

One day I break down, 

and it all comes out.

Now that people know,

I lost heavy burden.

She and I are good friends,

We can even play a game. 

But my life will never be the same.