Sonnet that isn't.
This turned out to be not so much of a sonnet as a poem that resembles a sonnet in many ways. And . . .the idea of the poem is just of a mix between a lot of things, but mostly from the book "Remembering"
I have looked upon the truth as a present force
And turned my head away in favor of me
I knew I was in the wrong, that I was the source
Of this argument that caused you not to see
That the anger showed my love while separating
Me from it by allowing me to see myself as right
And caring enough about what you are saying
To combat it but not enough to give up the fight
And agree that I have been wrong all along
That I have been jealous of your love for others
When your love for others is a shouting throng
Of gladdened hearts pressed as close as brothers.
To give up this fight and let you be correct
To be wrong, is to admit I am not all you expect.