I am always wrong
I am never right
Why do I ever express my view
I know that everytime
I posit my beliefs
I’ve got all wrong
Like on spirituality
Even those who say I am wrong
Have not studied it as much as me
Just like everything
I am a fool who believes anything.
My politics is wrong
So why do I even speak
I follow the philosophy
Of what’s and who’s effecting me
And then choose my own path
Based on what’s good as I see it
I never tell anyone that they must agree with me
I never encourage anybody
To follow me blindly
But it’s great if they believe like me.
At work, at home it’s all the same
I always get it wrong
No matter what I do
It just goes on and on
So I keep my mouth shut
Keep my opinions to myself
Then they say I am to quiet
Which is why I am never heard
And that I don’t know much
That’s why I don’t say a lot
I can explain anything
Because I am shouted down and stopped
So what’s the point in bothering
I just do my own thing
I get on living life in my own way
I just stop listening
To what the others say
But hey, I am wrong again
Because not listening the reason that I am blamed
At least that’s what they say
At least that’s what I am told
I cannot be bothered with now
It’s hot to draining and to old.
fauxcroft 
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