By Hridayansh Khera
I think I'm just a hypocrite.
For a man of words, I sure say things I don't mean,
I claim to be logical,
And yet believe things I've never seen.
I say I understand the human psyche,
And yet I struggle to empathize,
I have no understanding of the common,
while pretending to be wise.
I am terrified of being judged,
And yet I make fun of others,
I pine for a better life,
And yet procrastinate to work.
I say I want people that last,
and yet I push away the ones I have,
I claim to be so understanding,
while acting as a selfish man.
I'd be seeking shelter,
While claiming to love the rain,
I'll say I know love,
and yet be oblivious to pain.
Perhaps I desire to fit in,
and yet say I'm too different,
and again I repeat my mistakes,
for I guess I'm just a hypocrite.