Hypocrisy's Honesty

March 19, 2010
By , Huntingdon, PA
I write with no purpose
Ambition or strength
I pray for God’s mercy
His love, at full length

Because I’m a sad imitation
Of the girl I should be
Lately I avoid mirrors
I detest what I see

My life should be perfect
I’ve got money and brains
But the addiction to freedom
Is like heroin in my veins

I want to give it up
I want to succeed
But it’s got me in knots
Pulling me to my knees

I don’t have the courage
The vigor or drive
To take myself off this path
And let my talents blossom and thrive

I hate who I am
But I loathe who I was
So where do I go now
To escape hell of my flaws

There’s nowhere to run to
No where to turn
My eyes, they keep shifting
With each new person, I learn

I can be preachy
A preachy preachy machine
But when the boring wins out
I can switch in a new dream

I can take hits
Like a speedballer can after years
But when they snort a line
They ain’t fighting back tears

I’ve torn up my family
My dad, he hates me
My sister’s indifferent
And my mother’s love fades quickly

So where do I run to
Tell me where do I hide
When what I’ve realized I’m running from
Is living, inside.

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StevieRene said...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 10:49 am

Awesome, awesome it flows easily and tells a deep story. This is by far the nest Ive seen. Keep writing and keep striving.


Fiona. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 5, 2010 at 6:33 pm
Thanks so much! :) I love to know my works are being read!
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