Hypocrite

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Filthy hypocrite;

The rancid words

That you shiv on me

Your blood and flesh,

Are just as sugary

As the sweet nothings

You whisper to

The boys you play

With every night.

Either way, both are

Deceiving blades

That disorient our

Sensibility and make

Us crave for heat.

You're connivingly

Talented, I'll give you that.

Filthy hypocrite;

Why don't you dress

For decency when

You face us, yet

Wear your finest

Wardrobe for your

2 AM excursions?

It's all about superficial

Identity, and you

Harass us for opinions

When we don't care

If you paraded across

Town looking like a

10 million dollar diva

Or a homeless rag whore

Clothes can't hide

Your monstrosity

Anymore, you see?

Filthy hypocrite;

Be less concerned

About the way

You look to others

And start caring

Not about the

Mindless materialism,

Or cash, but just

Actually give a

Damn about us.

Not like I'd expect

It anytime soon

But it would be

Quite nice for once.

Filthy hypocrite;

You're the poison

That cripples my veins

The shitty anxiety

That never rests

The repressing memory

That suffocates,

Trying to stop the

Strangers that keep

Me fucking alive

And yet you say

You're only helping,

You only want

The best for me

Well if you want to,

Then let me just

fucking breathe.

Filthy hypocrite;

I'm supposed to

Appreciate the way

You act, and I'm

Supposed to love

You unconditionally,

Yet here I am,

With a loathing and

Death wishes and

Malevolence that

Throbs behind my

Eyes wholeheartedly...

It's funny, isn't it?

And yet no one's laughing.

Not me, not the knives,

Not the hate you branded

On the undersides of

Our petulant brains.

You think I'm smiling,

But it's called gritting

My teeth and biting

My tongue to shreds,

Haven't you noticed?

So, filthy hypocrite;

Laugh it off, won't you?

It's advantageous to

Your moral decay

And human indecency

An a smile faker than

Eating plastic surgery,

But at least you're

Content in gloating

Over how parasitically

Charming you are,

Fucking happy over

You and your shining

Pathetic status quo.

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