Choosing Strife

Do you consider it wise to open Pandora's box?
To ruin the trust by making sure the door is locked?
To go behind the back of a solid friend?
To listen to those whispers and call it an end?
Whispers from shallow figures that surround.
Whispers from those who would make sure you drowned.
Drowned in your own self arrogance and pride.
Drowned by the peers who pushed you down the slide.
The slide that leads to the pool of spikes.
The slide to the pool your fate dislikes.
A fate you have brought within your life.
A fate you have learned is pure strife.
Strife is the quilt that you have woven.
Strife is the path that you have chosen.