Verifiable

God I hate being right
it’s quite a perplexing plight
to bear this burden I do
of forecasting ills often true
why can’t I lethargically laze
like those that exist in a daze
instead of attempting to see
the pattern through the lunacy
the chaos that we all endure
that leaves us alone and unsure
as I have felt since very young
when dreams were carelessly flung
beyond my untenable touch
revealing I wouldn’t be much
a failure that forfeits the fight
God, I hate being right.