Poem

Need To Be Right, by MwsR

The unbearable need to be right

Has clouded your reality and has taken flight

It grows and feeds from the imaginations you create

The ones where you are the only one on the right side of the gate

Oh, if reality was like that

Maybe you prefer a gun instead of a ball bat

More destructive and permanent if you use that

Always more harm than protection

Please think about your reaction

If no one can assess things for the truth and not the tales

We all will certainly end up in hell

When apologies mean nothing when spoken

If regrets can’t make up for all that is broken

Then why even try

Consequences will come when you deny

Nothing will change

It will stagnate instead of repair

All a little too jaded to actually be fair

A terrible battle, a heart broken game.

All that will be left will be our name.