road not taken by robert frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

this poem show exactly what i am feeling right no.sometimes i really do feel like what if i can turn back time and choose what i have not chose today.will things be different?better?worst?i always wonder.at this moment of time i am doubting myself greatly about the decision that i have made and choose for myself.no.i am not feeling regret,just that i feel like an outcast for being myself.maybe i should chose to be a fuckface and pleased everyone.would that be better?but if i did that?will i ever forgive myself for betraying what i believe in?i don't know and i will never know.pleasing ppl is not something i am very good i because i am a very stubborn and head strong person.i takes a lot of convincing to make me change my mind.but if u're not bothered to do so?why should i be bothered isn't it?the relationship between human is such a complicated one.if only peter pan exist and neverland was really there.