Words of a hypocrite
Our pain are so different
your pain was that I left you
while my pain was the inability to find words
It was not the raging sense of hatred
while it was there
It was not the raging sense of sadness
while it was there
It was not the winding and unwinding of thoughts
while this was also there
No, it was not shame
while guilt was there
Yes, it was a sense of loneliness
when acquaintance where there
It was a sense of hunger
when food was there
Thirsty? Coke was there
when you needed water
I don’t have words.
I am a Hypocrite, a selfish, a self-proclaimed Sylvia Plath
and a perfectionist devoid of any faults
As you can see I found words but still I deny it,
as it is humanly impossible to find the word.
Some say they miss me
Hell yes, I miss her too,
I miss her so much
I love her so much
She had so much energy, so vibe full and aesthetically pleasing,
Anyone could just randomly enter her life
play with the swings,
and she would gleefully accept and love them,
no boundaries, no limitations, so obedient and pleasing
which fool won’t love her
Which fool won’t miss her?
Now she is just pale,
no one remembers her pain,
and she can’t find the words to write her elegy
And she is a Hypocrite.
About this poem
It's open for interpretation. It makes a mental picture of the mixed emotions that one was feeling, questioning their identity when everyone was putting name tags on them.
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Written on December 25, 2022
Submitted by nimmirobert17 on January 21, 2023
Modified on March 14, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,241 |
Words | 278 |
Stanzas | 36 |
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