I chose the sighs myself   
Then why am I so upset?   

I chose heartbreak for me   
Then why am I fighting to breathe?

I chose the scars that inflicted   
Then why am I in such a conflict?
   
I chose my road to travel   
Then why am I so lost? 

I chose my dreams to kill   
Then why am I so unfulfilled? 
  
I chose the happiness of others over mine   
Then why am I not able to stop crying?

Maybe...

There was nothing that involved me
Nothing that made me happy   
Nothing that made me content   
Nothing that made me weep   
Tears of ecstasy.

I tried to be what others wanted me to be
But I failed miserably.

Loving myself seemed crazy   
Until I met someone indeed.   
A wonderfully, amazing being   
Looking back from the mirror at me.