Poem: Standing

Gone are the times of being right.

Now you must be wrong.

It is not bad

You  know it is for good.

But you long for the bad.

Everything that you thought was right

Turned into everything that you hated.

Yet you loved it

This was not what you expect,

But you learn to live with it.

Did you grow, yes.

Did you lose? Hell yes.

Would you do it again,

In a heartbeat

All that matters is that in the end

You are still standing.