The Right In Its Wrong

I would love to say,
that I had a heart of stone.
Because maybe then,
I would not feel their scorn.
In a world where you feel,
like you dont belong,
a home,a sanctum,you long.
I did everything wrong,
is what I must admit.
Though my heart breaks to say,
that I feel no guilt.
I feel no right,
and I feel no wrong.
Please dont judge me,
cause you believe I'm wrong.
The right of this world,
is wrong in itself,
but the truth is a fire,
that the dying moth desires.
Once you understand,
where in life,you stand,
you finally realise,
that happiness is desirable,
and pain inevitable.
And soon I learn to accept,
the right in its wrong.