Miranda Bell

Little Miss Hypocrisy

Hello, nice to meet you.

Wake up in the morning,
Wash the sleep from your eyes,
Wash the dirt from your face,
But you can’t clean what’s inside.

I’m little miss sin:
Binge drinking on Saturday,
Then waking up still asleep.
The night is half forgotten,
So you sit down and weep.

I’m little miss forgiven:
Going to church on a Sunday,
Praying, as your mind
Wanders to all the mistakes,
The worries and the lies.

I’m little miss two-faced:
Hand in hand contradictions live;
The genuine and the fake.
The innocent will deceive.
So each day as you wake,
Lather, rinse, repeat;
Each week’s the same for me,
Hello, Nice to meet you,
I’m little miss hypocrisy.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 27, 2008

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  • Brian Robbins (1/28/2008 7:02:00 PM)

    Don't be too harsh with yourself. Thanks for a good poem.

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  • Horsie Luver94 (1/27/2008 10:32:00 PM)

    I love this poem, very inspirational, reminds me of somethings I should probly change about my life. Thank you.

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  • Lime and Tequila with a Splash of Pineapple (1/27/2008 5:59:00 PM)

    You have a sharp wit that shines in your verse.

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