in the end I can only see my version

we have two totally different stories

but mine feels more true

I try to see things from all directions

try to understand why you do

what you do

but I think everything is overpowered by

how I feel, my emotions are stronger

they smother anything else

we argue, I say that’s not the way it was

you falter, a speck of doubt crawls in

my very certainty overwhelms you

but of course it’s not right

I am stubborn and one sided

you do not argue so well, that’s all

it makes me wonder about history

if books are written by those who are

more stubborn

what can we believe?

by Cher Bibler