I have given the word “wrong” it’s meaning. 

If you would like a picture of what “wrong” looks like, I am it. 

I do everything wrong. 

All the pain I feel is because of me. 

And apparently all the pain she feels, is also me. 

I have given the word “wrong” the power to embody me. 

I have given the simple five letter word the power to make me it’s slave. 

I am filled with great fuck ups and constant apologies. 

It is me, the one word people hate to be called. 

It will always be me.