I am right.
I am wrong.
I've found there's no cure for whats wrong.
Left,
Right,
Fast..
Slow!
Its like you're dizzying,
Spinning out of control.
Constantly second guessing,
Changing factors,
Switching sides,
Blurring already heavily blurred lines.
Blinding already blind eyes.

I'm right,
I'm wrong.
There's not one single thing I could do-
No,
Not to settle these cards.
I'm speaking in stutters,
I can't think,
My chest hurts,
And I'M sorry.

Sorry I'm right,
Sorry I'm wrong,
Sorry not one thing,
No,
Not one,
Fixes what's wrong.
I'm second guessing.
I can't make up my mind.

Sorry.
Sorry for being right,
Sorry for every last time I was wrong.
Sorry for every breath-
Every memory,
Every loss,
Every gain.
I'm sorry for the words,
Sorry that I just can't say it outloud.
Sorry that even now,
Even now,
I'm sorry,
For making this poem.
For sending it.
For letting you read it.
For every word I deleted,
For every second guess I made.
© Karia FelWell