Conflict- A poem

A hundred thoughts in my mind,

All muddled up in a way.

I ask myself, 'why is that so?'

There is nothing I can say.

I look in the mirror, and see myself,

Then the silent tears in my eyes.

I stare some more, and then they fall,

I wish I had been wise.

Some call it sin, its love for some,

Growing within me, my life.

They call me names and give me stares,

For I am not a wife.

He’s not at fault, for he's a man,

You woman, don’t ruin your life.

But I choose you, oh my little one,

And now there is no strife.