Found Poem

I believe that I've been infected by my opinions.
They have become my disguised uncertainty,
aggressively challenging my conviction.
They speak contrary beliefs,
things I don't want to know.
They oppose my personal wisdom,
and always question my authority.
And you have it too,
but for now they are invisible.
I fear for you,
because your tragic end is near.

This poem is a bit random and has no clear message because of the fact that it is the jumbled from another poem. The poem does suggest that our opinions are sometimes our worst enemy, because we think we know so much and act like know-it-all's. I found it difficult to create a clear message without having the same idea as the original poem.