Nothing in "Right or wrong?" is settled, and that's exactly the point. The speaker is caught in a tug-of-war with their own feelings about another person, and the poem is built to show it. Nearly every line is a short, blunt command or confession, and each one is answered by its opposite: love and hate, stay and leave, yearn and forget. The speaker never gets to finish one feeling before the next pushes in.
The question in the title returns near the end, and it sounds tired rather than angry. The speaker admits, "I don't know what to do," which makes the poem feel like a private moment of honesty rather than a performance. The short lines work like quick breaths or racing thoughts, creating a restless, anxious mood. There is also a quiet sadness here. The speaker seems to want certainty, even if it means choosing hate, but the poem ends without relief. We are left inside the confusion, with no answer in sight.