I don’t believe anything anyone tells me because I believe in hypocrisy; for I am a hypocrite
I give people pieces of advice knowing if one were to tell me that, I’d interpret it as empty words
I feel as though I am destined to thrive in chaos
Chaos in what I’ve created
Chaos that I cannot control yet act like I can
An endless rabbit hole that I cannot escape, even if the rope is dangling right in front of my face
By no means does this mean I do not care, if there's anything I do, it is care
To care so much I feel ill
To care so much I cannot sleep at night
You dare tell me I do not care
Maybe it is just a farce, caring, I mean
I say one thing because I should but I’m thinking about another
I hate myself because I know myself
I know my flaws as I know my good, but the former outweighs the latter
One may disagree but I know what they do not
I know my thoughts, where my gaze lies, my internal scale of worth, yet they do not
You dare tell me I do not hate
I love who I hate
I love myself enough to be brutally honest
By being honest does one create hate
I have knowledge of what I’d rather not know, yet it seems as though I’ve hopped into this rabbit hole myself
I treat myself like this, it does not mean you shall too
It’s okay if it’s me, for I am a hypocrite indeed.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 2:16 AM UTC
I don’t believe anything anyone tells me because I believe in hypocrisy; for I am a hypocrite
I give people pieces of advice knowing if one were to tell me that, I’d interpret it as empty words
I feel as though I am destined to thrive in chaos
Chaos in what I’ve created
Chaos that I cannot control yet act like I can
An endless rabbit hole that I cannot escape, even if the rope is dangling right in front of my face
By no means does this mean I do not care, if there's anything I do, it is care
To care so much I feel ill
To care so much I cannot sleep at night
You dare tell me I do not care
Maybe it is just a farce, caring, I mean
I say one thing because I should but I’m thinking about another
I hate myself because I know myself
I know my flaws as I know my good, but the former outweighs the latter
One may disagree but I know what they do not
I know my thoughts, where my gaze lies, my internal scale of worth, yet they do not
You dare tell me I do not hate
I love who I hate
I love myself enough to be brutally honest
By being honest does one create hate
I have knowledge of what I’d rather not know, yet it seems as though I’ve hopped into this rabbit hole myself
I treat myself like this, it does not mean you shall too
It’s okay if it’s me, for I am a hypocrite indeed.
This is a tad bit melodramatic.
