Wrong Being or Being Wrong

I live my life for what is right.
Striving to be well and do good.
But when I thought about it.
I was wrong...

I thought it was okay.
So I continued to live like this.
But after striking out three times
It was wrong...

I finally noticed.
After putting my heart
For those I picked.
I was wrong...

There was nothing
About what they did.
It was just that,
It was wrong...

It was wrong of me to be like this.
I was wrong to assume.
It was wrong to pour it all out.
I was wrong to be optimistic.
It was wrong.
I was wrong.

I knew that I chose this way of living.
I knew that I couldn't back out.
I knew that It wasn't wrong...
But now, I don't know...
I could be wrong...


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Originally Published: October 3, 2013