am i wrong?

There's two sides to every story, this poem is a reminder that two truths can coexist at once

making decisions on a whim

some bright, others dim

different outcomes each time make me ask

am i wrong?

like as a kid in the park

he took my toy, so we fought

i’m not mean, i’m just young

am i wrong?

we kissed on our date

two weeks later her cycle’s late

maybe this was just a big mistake

am i wrong?

the bullet flew he wanted revenge

his brother died, how could he manage?

he’s not a killer but his heart is damaged

is he wrong?

there’s beauty in duality

realness in cruelty

nuance is a lost art that needs rediscovery

are you wrong?