Poem -

Reflection of a Hypocrite

Reflection of a Hypocrite

If the shoe fits wear it

But my foot never grows I swear it 

For every wrong I've done it's not as bad as yours 
You know I'm me, I'm above all wrongs 
Even when you call it out, my kettle is never black 
I'm judgmental about everything and that's a fact 
So please go ahead, tell me all your faults 
I'll sit here and listen like I'm here to heal your thoughts 
Later down the line I'll stretch the truth about a lot
Listen to my sweet "honest opinion" while I'll call you out 
Because see you're lost in this world
I know its crazy to say, but I know everything about you girl 
Well ... You know the things I make up from time to time
Just to make me feel better about mine 
You admit to your truth and I hide from mine 
So when it's time for discussion I can flip it for its time 
To try to call you my friend 
But I'll keep bashing you in
My shadiness is really deep 
But please know I'm the friend to keep 
On a daily basis I'm forever a Christian 
Google text in the bible and quote it faster than Jesus can 
I'm forever making sure you know you're going to hell 
Even though I have hella more sins the devil himself can tell
But please give me a break I'll pray about the same things then go to sleep 
It's really not that deep
And in the morning I'll throw on my hypocrite gear and repeat. 
You know you're not better than me.  

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