It’s pointless, it’s wrong, it’s not the business of anyone but me

It’s just something you do, well not something “you” do 

Just a few seconds lost in the mind saying things out loud like I’m known to

Something about the focus, the frustration it boils into, that even though I’m not angry at all

Not provoked, not right, not even believing what I think 

But the feeling of the focus, for a few short seconds, I’m in the right

Questions and answers, thoughts and feelings, don’t matter because I’m right

It reminds me of before to back then, I was stupid and wrong but I felt right

I know it’s somewhat sad, saying that I imagine I’m right when I’m wrong 

But who wants to feel wrong? We want to feel right.