Hypicritical Poem by Clerissa Copeland

Addicted to frustration
& the drama in our lives
Drained on aggravation
in the hopes of being right
Confessions of our apathy
The pain we dare to dwell
Soon leading to apocalypses
Knowing love is never well
Deathly stench of the disaster
Sticky tears with no real name
& on their walls they plaster ''no one ever feels the same''
The darkest thoughts complete them
Their lives they say they dread
& though unhappy they may seem
it's all just in their head
& yet the pity falls
With no guilt of their remorse
but still I shout the faults
as my throat keeps growing hoarse
So follow me where darkness dwells
& evil has it's name
We know this darkness very well
It's you and me to blame....


-from Clerissa Copeland (2008)