Wrong or Right?

Am I wrong? Or Am I right? Is being wrong is right or wrong?

Who knows the answer to my questions. Is there any answer? What is right or wrong? Who decides all this wrong right theory?

Since I was a kid I was so scared of being wrong. I tried so many times, but ended up putting on a brave face and put myself out there saying I can’t be wrong. And I guess that’s where I went wrong.
I shiver every time I make a mistake because the words after being wrong, I have always heard were never very warm. Those words have left a habit of never being wrong, never accept even if deep inside your heart tells you, you are wrong again darling. Those memories have given me a scar that reminds me “Don’t accept the wrong by doing wrong and you won’t get another one of me”.

I feared to be wrong, so I learned to be the right one. What I never noticed until today was that I started hiding a part of me from the world, from myself. Today someone tore that wall down to made me stand in front of the mirror to face my demons that have been there for years.
I am seeing a stranger in that mirror. I don’t know who that person is anymore. I don’t know which is the real me, the wrong one or the one who’s been hiding behind the right.

I have become my foe. Its getting hard to judge myself. What if I am the one filled with darkness inside and the light I have been seeing is not actually me? What if I am fighting the wrong demon till now? Maybe by writing this, I am trying to prove wrong as right? Maybe I am still hiding behind this post? What if I am still wrong? There are a lot of “what if’s” and “maybe’s” right now.
I don’t know the difference between wrong and right anymore.

I guess it’s time to define my “Right” and “Wrong“.