Your Convenient Illusion
Immoral, Unclean, Tainted
You hiss these words as loathing shows
Spend all your time pointing fingers
Towards your so called polluted souls
Your tongue thickens with words you preach
Yet you yourself ignore
You sit there on your pedestal
Act like somone perfect and superior
But you're no different than your so called wicked souls
Say one thing in the open
Then act otherwise behind closed doors
Take a moment and open that huge closet
Count your hidden skeletons forgotten
You may wear white and say you're clean
But the rotten stench reeks from within
Pretentious, hypocrite, mouthful of lies
There really is more than meets the eye
Sometimes those that appear saintly
Are the ones with the most crimes
..it said write something that you feel strongly about so here it is. my sort of manifesto..but i'm not joining that contest.(:
YOU ARE READING
Random Rhymes
PoetryI strip myself bare in poetry.Reveal a hidden vulnerability.I ignore a risk of paper cut.With words I create a twisted path.Come along these lines.Will you walk with me?
