Hypocrisy of Man

The Hypocrisy of the world is based on what we do and tell. I shoot a man, and say killing is wrong. I stab a man, and say hurting others is wrong. But I will save a man, and tell others I’m not a hero. I look at the world and say I see evil. I look in the mirror and say I see a saint. I am no better than liars and hypocrites. I am no better than those who kill for money and power. I see a world full of hate and pain. A world of no justification and no truth to tell. I sit on my high pedestal where no man can reach me, But god can judge me. I sit on my high pedestal where no one can see me, but the angels and demons can influence me. I sit on my high pedestal and wonder, when did I become this way? When was I influenced by others? Changed by the world around me? When did I become human?