My Hypocritical Train of Thought

 i catch chances I need

but the catches I want out of my greed

always seem just out of my reach

evading me

mocking me

taunting me

but because of the way I am

I won't do anything to mess with the plan

I'll just live on what I can

nothing much

all too much

cold to the touch

is my heart

hot and beating in my hearth

thinks my brain for all its worth

you missed your chance

you can't advance

no second glance

unless I feel the need to strain

myself once again

and I do over and over again

because of you

all for you

why you?

off gaurd I'm caught

I can't give this thought

no one's stopping me from saying I should not ought

so I will

the hypcrite screams shrill

numb will soon be my fill...