HYPOCRITE
Often times I've shied away from writing for the world. For to write is to bare my heart; to bare my heart is to bare my soul, to bare my soul is to expose me to the world, to you. To your scrutiny and to your criticism, to your judgement and to your denunciation of me; of what I think, of what I stand for, of who I really am. I stay in my fragile shell, seeking its meagre protection but it fails me. I retreat into my woolly cocoon but oh what folly that is too, for it's protection is not an inch enough. Worst still, my heart betrays me; it begs to be heard, to be seen, to be revealed, to be exposed if not necessarily understood. Today I'll give you a glimpse, it might shock you, what goes on in this heart or it might be just what it is, another heart's expression... Hear me: I've been a hypocrite I haven't checked the meaning of that word in earnest but my thoughts tell me it describes me well, I've been a hypocrite I've judged others for crimes I w