I am a hypocrite
because I tell my friends
to love themselves
in spite of whatever figure their body is classified as
because they're beautiful regardless
and here I am, skipping meals
because I'm afraid of gaining back
the weight I've lost
from doing this before
but, it's not so bad, I say
because, relatively, it's not bad
but bad isn't relative
I don't think it's right
that I tell them to stop hurting themselves
as I run a knife slowly across my wrist because I don't want to think things through any more
I blame myself
and I think I'm at fault
and i know I'm wrong
but I just feel
like a hypocrite
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Hypocrite, In My Own Eyes
PoesíaThis is how I feel right now and I decided to make my feelings sound poetic. Or something?