Pride or Resentment

Is it pride or resentment?
Is it the desire to be right
Every time,
Or is it the knowledge that
You did it right the first time?
You make the right call
Yet you have to
Do it again anyway.
Your “discretion” doesn’t apply
Because it doesn’t match another’s decision
The color of your anger
Matches the color of your font.
You hate every minute of it
But what are the options,
Take a stand and lose?
Let it go and hurt somebody else?
In the end you acquiesce
Grit your teeth and wait
For the next one
That your “discretion” is wrong on
To piss you off again.