I hate being wrong
And I’m wrong so often
I sometimes believe I hate myself
But I don’t
I hate doing and saying stupid things
And I do and say stupid things
So often I sometimes think I’m stupid
But I’m not
I hate hurting people I like
Being a Jekyll and Hyde person
That acts out my fears at inappropriate times
Lashing out at people I love
Because they put up with it
And this makes me believe sometimes
I might be a mean person
But I’m not that either
I hate losing friend,
And I’ve lost so many over the years
You’d think I’d gotten accustomed to it
But I haven’t.
I mourn each loss
As if I’ve lost
A brother or a sister,
A lover or the dearest person
I ever knew
And all that’s true.
I hate losing you
Not because I’m any less wrong
Or any smarter
or any less afraid so to strike out
or any less afraid so to strike out
But because without you
I have a lot less than I was
And can never been what I might have been
And know I’ll never know you well enough
To get over being wrong, stupid or afraid
And I hate that most of all.
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