The internal conclusion

The internal conclusion 

of what’s happening inside

is confusion

and I’d be the dying bride

The confusion, 

the names he throws at me

The conclusion,

the fact that is obvious to see.

I’m not me, but still not you,

I’m not free to be, compared to what you do.

I’m not the one, and you cannot choose it

We cannot run, and you will lose it.

The conclusion will be.

The internal emotions,

for the sake of feeling

I despise it, why not put them in the ceiling?

I do wrong, I’m confused,

I’m just held, beaten, and used.

The internal conclusion,

of what’s happening outside,

Is the inner confusion,

which I’m forced to hide.