Wrong is Right is Wrong

"I breathe well intent

I think

But as they say:

The path to Hell is paved with good Intentions.

As a PC chip

that has malfunctioned,

or

the birth of the

ugly duckling,

I am somehow

hideously 

lost within 

my own confines.

What I try and think

is right,

bites me back

as a rabid dog

is wrong.

Virgin of my purpose,

I have devoured

my angel wings,

with swift descent,

I try 

in every way,

to rid myself

of this ever foul

smoldering

smog.

Sorry

Forgive for 

being so

utterly

devoid of 

understanding,

but might

I ask you this?

If all I believe as right

is wrong,

am I 

so purposeless,

so pointless,

so pitiful?

Pathetic."

Sometimes my attempts to help are flawed, and that is detestable.