"HYPOCRITE"

DESCRIPTION: be nice about my opinions, i am sensitive. or more accurately, don't insult my video game conecepts - tread on eggshell around me. this poem too is cringe, but i hope someone sees it and goes "wow that's a masterpiece." because yeah i think it's nuanced, but i also think it's obvious and a little cornilly optimistic. like it doesn't have enough grit to REALLY sell it, y'know? i feel like hopeful things only really hit once you've been exposed to the full depths of despair. after all, light can only exist in contrast to the dark.

kind words, they hit like a brick to the face
you may as well be talking to a wall with me
i can't stand your smug grin as you hope to win yet another battle on the netscape

cold words are easy to take for granted
because i'm not resistant to the heat
i just can't stand being called wrong when i was the one who brought this on

i'm a hypocrite
and yet, i still exist

kind words, maybe they weren't kind at all
because they were yet another opinion-piece
all news articles trying to convince me to buy in to your unbalanced schemes

cold words, you've been saying them all along
you hear it as me asking for critique
all i was looking for was someone to validate my dreams

you're a hypocrite
disguised in the skin of a truthteller
you want to make the world a better place but
you don't understand you must touch lightly on a butterfly's wings

you're a hypocrite
yet you're still learning just like me
after all, you were trying to help me reach the truth
so one day, i hope we can both believe

in eachother
in eachother, maybe one day
i can reach these dreams