You’re an idiot for believing in yourself,

I hate people who think they’re better than the others

I hate people who have something to prove.

I hate boredom, I hate cliches, I hate trying to be different

But most of all I hate you.

The hypocrite.

In a world where everyone thinks they’re better than they are, 

I’m the best.

In a world where everyone hates some part of themselves,

I love everyone else.

But I think I’m learning to love myself.

Or at the very least live with myself.

Who I was contradicts who I am.

But if they were both me, and I’m the same man,

am I defined by mistakes or growth,

or am I taken as I am?

I don’t really know.

All I know is, you’re an idiot for believing in yourself.

I hate you for doing what I do.

I hate watching mirrors walk around.

And most of all, I hate you.

The Hypocrite.