truth or pretend

the choice is there, right in front me, a life of oppression or a life of denial. is it a choice? does anyone choose oppression? do people choose to be constantly hurt, diminished, and broken? do they choose freedom? is it a real choice? are we born into choices? i have two choices, one of pretend, in a world that does not seem real. a world of barbie and ken, or a world of truth, so true the reality is breathless. i'm not good at making choices, they are often done to suit others. it might take me a few times to make the right choice. i will circle the right one ten times before landing on it. perhaps there is no real choice, just a mess of paths. in the end though, oppression seems right. it seems to fit more then pretend. i dont want to be barbie and barbie does want to be me. she would be offended. i'll choose truth then, regardless of the consequences.