I Don't Want To Say

What's the good
Of being proven right?
Of dancing around,
Saying, screaming, jeering, crying,
"I told you so! I told you I'd be right!"
"You should have listened to me."
What about if all you really
Want, with everything you have,
To be proved wrong.

I beg you,
Prove my brain wrong.
Prove my heart right.