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...

This poem is about: 
Me

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