Boast like an innocent
Pointing how sinful someone could be
Despise the irrelevant manners
Talk like you're more superior
Then months later, you do same thing
Maybe, you're just as fucked up as the person you hate
Maybe I am fucked up as well
We're all fucked up in different ways
Who are you to say you never mess up?
A saint? A newborn baby?
Oh please, you hypocrites really are hillarious
Thanks though,
I could use a laugh
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Dusk Time Poems
Poetry'Baby, life is full of uncertainties. The only certain thing about it is the end of it.' A collection of poems based on feelings, experience, and observations. I poured my heart here, might as well be a diary. I write poems in my mother language too...
