Collection of My Poetry

I Am What I Hate

I have been unfair
In my each and every waking moment.
In an attempt to guard my broken heart
against the hate of the world-
I have become the one thing that I hate.
I am a hypocrite. I am a hypocrite.
While trying to protect myself from others-
those that might take my already crushed soul,
and tread and grind it further into the pebbles-
I have judged, oh how I have judged.
With a look and glance, a phrase by chance,
I have committed the worst crime to my cause.
I took out of context-
Many things I removed from that glorious illuminator.
I took word and phrase, a whisper and a rumour.
I removed the look they gave, and the clothes they wore.
What have I done! My crime is stated.
From now one it must be amended.
I cannot be, I cannot exist,
not as this thing that I hate,
not as a hypocrite.