to always be right

what is it like
to be always right
and perfect,
to win every argument
and fight,
to be so sure
of your self
that every misstep
is a step
in the right direction.
what must it
be like to look into
the mirror and
see an image
that only you
perceive.
how strange it is
to have no friends,
because of this,
but being always
right, seems to
blanket that too.