Convincing the Unconvincible

Standing corrected is as if I had
Lost my own soul, though still shamelessly
Regretting the very foundations 
Of what we've conceived as being right. 
Blasting anothers standard of thought, 
Demanding for justification, an indoctrination
Of me being the one with the answers. 
Deep inside I wonder what is the matter, 
Cluttering egotisticality under faith. 
Blindly rulling a counter-counter action, 
Giving all no hope unless it's of me. 
Waging info-warfare between you & your conscience, 
One is wrong for being right, as the other 
Is right for being wrong. 
A two-sided personality, 
Please God, what is the message? 
Adamantly failing on truly understanding. 
Indulging only myself to the claim that I
Know the answer.