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Wrong
Written July 2004.
"You're wrong" you said and for a moment I hated you. I hate being wrong being told I'm wrong. I ignored you and I held a grudge but look who's suffering now.
Who wants company who wants love I swear to god I'm right thought I'm not and I'm paying for my stubbornness I hate to admit it but I think that you're happier.
It's like a block of ice it's so cold in here. I'm alone proclaiming my innocence but no one can hear me because I was the one who pushed you all away.
I can't get over it I can't leave the wrongs alone. DO I still hold that grudge that's become worn and brittle still I cry and still I refuse to acknowledge you.
Why am I thinking of you I swore that I wouldn't think. Wonder what it's like to be a robot unable to make mistakes unable to hold these grudges.
It's not like I can't change I want to forgive and accept. To take and include, discuss and love. I try to ignore but it's still there for all to see.
