Always wrong
Never right
Wrong word
Wrong action
Never in my right mind
Always in the left
Just like these words

Lead stains on my hand
From all the grief
Wrought upon the imperfect page
Crucified for spilling my guts
So that they may feed

Never right
Always wrong
Wrong time
Wrong place
Wrong life
Never will be accepted
Always on the scaffold
Just like these words

Okay, you don't have to be lefty to understand this poem,
but if you haver ever felt an emotion similar to this
poem's, leave a comment.