Personal Narrative: The Road Not Taken

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The road not taken is a poem about a person who has to make a difficult choice on which path to take, whether it means an actual path or a life choice, I do not know. What I do know is that I have underwent a similar scenario in May, when my mom died. I could’ve just been sad like most normal kids, but instead I chose to quickly find ways to numb the pain, and I tried everything I possibly could, it ranged from getting drunk with my friends to doing drugs, but one day, I decided to come to school drunk, because I figured that since I haven’t gotten caught yet then I wouldn’t get caught at all, but I was stupid, I was drunk and high, and everybody instantly knew it, so soon after that I got called down to the office, and was asked to take a breathalyzer and a drug test, of course I failed both. …show more content…

As a child, I never had a childhood, that was my choice, it was either have my own childhood, or take care of my baby brothers and sister while my parents were to busy getting doped up. I could’ve given up and let them take care of themselves, but I figured that they shouldn’t have to miss their opportunity to have a childhood. Therefore I made the choice to become a parent to my siblings, and I don’t regret it one

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