LAND OF HYPOCRITS

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    LAND OF HYPOCRITS

    I feel like I'm just hiding
    Hiding from the world
    Life just seems easier that way
    For this scared, grown-up little girl
    I'm in the land of hypocrits
    Where ignorance reigns supreme
    I hope someday to realize
    This has all been a bad dream
    The ones that do not know me
    All talk shit behind my back
    When I finally stand up to them
    Like dogs, they turn in their tracks
    Why wont they just leave me alone
    And mind their own damn business
    Or, step up, and ask me why
    I live my life in sadness
    But, even if they showed concern
    I wouldnt answer cause I know
    It's only gossip they hope to learn
    I wish they'd just except my ways
    Leave well enough alone
    Or just ignore me, walk away
    So I dont have to be alone
    Ignorance, hate, judgement
    Everyday, always they same
    Rumors, anger, stupidity
    Try to force me into shame
    HYPOCRITES WITH AUTHORITY
    THATS WHO RULES ROUND HERE
    THE SIMPLE MINDED HAVE CONTROL
    AND LOOK AT CHANGE WITH FEAR

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    kingone43 commented on LAND OF HYPOCRITS

    08-01-2009

    Very Poem I Really Enjoied Rading. An I Will Be Reading Your Other Works.

    dahlusion commented on LAND OF HYPOCRITS

    06-04-2009

    "Or, step up, and ask me why I live my life in sadness" — we live our lives by our thoughts: thoughts are active, vital energy. Energy is creation. Creation is the energy we accumulate around us with our thoughts. From moment to moment, everything we have or do not have we have created somewhere in our lives by our negative or positive thinking.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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