"Riddle"

There is nothing that can be done,
But accept who we are,
And try to ignore these feelings,
Hidden not so deep, nor far.

He dictates as though his knowledge
Is perfect, and infallible,
Yet he is human, like those he calls flawed,
Be they peasant, prince, or papal.

I question him not - No need
For needless quarrel with a friend,
Though before I give in and agree,
I will sooner meet my end.

To sacrifice a reason,
Causing such deeds that you choose,
You conquer yourself, yet in winning,
That being the reason, you lose.

I however do not accept this,
Such loss was, from beginning, in sight,
But winning just so I could lose,
In some way, makes me right.