Hypocrite

All of which I hypocritically love and hate Are the greatest guilty pleasures I enjoy too late... All too often I refrain from the mediocrity of normalcy, When really all I wish is to never fade to obscurity. All of whom I hypocritically admire and despise, Are always looking at me with those eyes... So many suddenly becoming one step further ahead, Leaving me thinking if only I could finally be dead. All of which I hypocritically praise and critique Are actually made up of what makes me unique. There are times I get what I always wanted, But then there are times I am left feeling haunted. All of whom I hypocritically shun and embrace Ever truly leave me without a trace... For all these people and things in my life Have taught me how to overcome my strife.