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.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2021
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