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Not what it seems

I hate how you think you know me
Putting labels on everyone
As if you knew us
If you actually knew what we thought of you
People who you call your friends
Aren’t really
They feel sorry for you
Nobody trusts you; you’re like a gossip column
How can you be so cruel?
Don’t you have a conscience?
Or even a heart
My face scrunches up
As I see your face
Walking down the hall
As if you were innocent
Even though you know you aren’t
Will you ever change?
Not a chance
What I call you is a
Hypocrite



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