I tell people to have pride,
to think of life as more than a ride.
But when it comes to me and what I’m wanting,
I find everything just a little too daunting.
I’m a hypocrite, this I know…
telling people to let the real them show,
all the while pulling everything that is me, down low.
I tell people to have hope,
not to dwell on the bad…not to mope.
Yet I do not know why they take my words to heart,
they should be looked at and inspected…like an old piece of art.
I am a hypocrite, this is a fact…
telling people life is not a place to act,
not knowing I’m just another wanna-be hack.
I tell people to have self-belief,
that leaving all the bad behind will be a relief.
While I give away my happiness and my soul,
soaking up the sad, paying everyone else’s toll.
I am a hypocrite, but that doesn’t mean I tell lies…
saying everything has its lows and its highs,
inside feeling as my soul slowly dies.