I feel as if I'm trapped in the midst of a revolving door. It's clear, and I'm able to see the world in full-speed, going on without me. The opportunity to get out comes around every so often, but I'm so stuck in these life-altering motions, that I miss my chance every time. I'm stuck in the midst of these revolving doors, more than one would think. Not sure when to step out, not sure when to stay in. It seems as if I always make the bad choice, stepping out either too early or too late, always choosing to stay in at all the wrong times. I don't even feel like I have a choice. Trapped in the wrong place, at the wrong time. But you say we all have choices to where and what we do in life, but can you honestly say that I had the choice to be brought into this world? That I had the choice to be in the midst of what I am today? I beg to differ. Life is full of choices, but unfortunetly we aren't always fortunate enough to make those decisions for ourselves. Not on our own at least. There is always someone there ruling over you. Always someone there thinking they know more and that you're incapable of deciding what's best for you. There's always something standing in your way.