Your Mother's Right There

You marry, or don't marry; your mother is right there, suddenly sad suddenly happy;

You remain, or don't remain; blossoming youth is right there, doesn't come only goes;

You choose, or don't choose; goods are just those few, no increase only reduce;

You admit, or don't admit; black-belly has already appeared, doomed failure without a doubt;

Go into the guy's embrace, or, let guy live in your heart.

Recovering self — no hope. Can only, be bullied…