Hypocrite

A Poem by Lydia Jamison

Isn't it funny that
I finally get the nerve
To trust someone,
And then they go and tear me down?

Isn't it wonderful?
A terrible joke that
The universe plays on me.
They laugh each time it comes around.

We've stopped speaking,
And yeah that's fine.
But you did have the nerve
To point out every single flaw in my personality.

It was never my fault,
You just had to go and
Tell me to be chill and then
Blow a fuse of anger when I wouldn't agree.

Act so innocent
Like you always do
And just keep on blaming me
For things I never did and tell the world about it.

Tell me that I'm evil,
That I'm stupid, immature,
I'm the problem.
But we all know that you're just a hypocrite.

I'm glad that I won't
Have to go through life
Being a person like you,
And that I have the strength to admit my mistakes.

You'd be surprised
To find that a
Little bit of truth
And a whole lot of courage is all that it takes.

So go on and
Keep breaking your heart
When nothing's wrong.
I'll just keep living, keep laughing and be myself.

I'm better off
Without you,
And I realize now
That even though I'm alone, all will be well.

Isn't it funny that
Whenever I learn
To trust someone,
They go and tear me down for it?

They tell me that
I'm evil, stupid,
A problem, immature.
But in the end, they'll always be the hypocrite.