Hypocrite
Stamping down her feet, she balls her fists of fury.
Standing on her soapbox, becoming judge and jury.
Never letting go of any slights or injuries,
Holding tight to grudges, vengeance all she sees.
But her rants ring false, herself she's made a fool,
For she has forgotten the important Golden Rule.
Wrapped up in herself, her past her main concern.
Lessons that were taught, were never really learned.
How can you state the worst is yours alone to claim~
When those who care for you, receive nothing but the same?
Stamping down her feet, she balls her fists of fury.
Standing on her soapbox, becoming judge and jury.
Never letting go of any slights or injuries,
Holding tight to grudges, vengeance all she sees.
But her rants ring false, herself she's made a fool,
For she has forgotten the important Golden Rule.
Wrapped up in herself, her past her main concern.
Lessons that were taught, were never really learned.
How can you state the worst is yours alone to claim~
When those who care for you, receive nothing but the same?
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