I hate it when they are right.

It cements them in their ways.

Even if wrong in everything else.

Detestable confidence.

Hated power.

Unobtainable level far beyond me.

***

I hate it when I am right.

It makes no impact in the end.

Simple to me but incomprehensible to them.

No apology ever given in return or admittance of wrong.

It just leaves me with a sour broken feeling.

I should come out feeling justified.

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All I ever wanted was the both of us to be right.

Victory never the end goal.

Equal grace, mercy and power presented on both sides like fine jewels.

The bad taste a bad memory long flushed out.

Apology a casual or unspoken word louder than a whisper.

I hate how it is always about being right.