Although I never thought I would use that word to describe you.
You played me like a pawn,
And I willingly went along,
All the while hoping you would get better.

You say that you do everything for others,
But you only think about yourself.
Well aren't you just the martyr now?
I let you trample all over my back,
I hope I can wash your footprints off,
Before they stain me red.

I drank from your gauntlet
The malignancies infect me now
It could have been lethal
But I will not let it invade my blood stream.

If I could string together a few words to describe a hypocrite,
They would choke you out.
If I told you all of them, I would run out of breath.
So for now, I'll leave you with two:

It goes something like
"*******."