Paradox, by 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 |
This poem has no votes yet. | To vote, you must be logged in.
|
To leave comments, you must be logged in.
2010-02-08 21:28:09 | brad1990 |
that was great |