Paradox, by TimidTragedy Subscribe to rss feed for TimidTragedy

I’m quick to anger
And quick to hate
But even faster to laughter
And a forgiving state.
I see beauty
With the eye of an artist
And at once am sickened
By the faults I missed.
I punish myself
And mourn my plight
I forsake virtue,
Compelled to do what’s right.
I despise loneliness
But I still loathe company.
I crawl from one dark hole
To fall in another I didn’t see.
My friends and family worry;
They ask what’s wrong with me,
But when explaining my state,
Simplicity is key -
I’m a walking paradox,
The epitome of hypocrisy.
Posted: 2010-01-23 03:21:44 UTC

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2010-02-08 21:28:09brad1990
that was great