I have grown up in a world of hypocrites
they tell me not to smoke but they smoke
They tell me drinking is bad, but they drink
I was told to make a life for myself
they have not tried to do anything
to help themselves out
I was told how to raise my own son
by some one who should have taken there own advise
I hate when people tell me to do something
but they do the opposite
that’s why I quite smoking
Because I did not want to tell my son not to do it,
and do it myself
I know I have written poems about having my heart broken
and how I hate the people who done it
Well I have became a person I hate
for today I broke someone’s heart
even though it was an accident
I did it and I’m not proud of it
I hate myself for it
I have became a hypocrite.