"You live the life you chose.

You chose the life you live."

My father once said,
I did everything the wrong way.

But I chose this life I live.
Irregardless of however painful it was,
I took it willingly.
They were my choices, my mistakes.
These were the flaws in my humanity.

I accepted them from the hands from which they were given,
as my poison of choice.

My reason held it up,
made it strong,
kept it together.

Whatever flaws I may have,
however imperfect I may be,
I can say I tried my hardest,
and put up the best fight I could.