The Hypocrite Humans

It all is different. We all are hypocrites.

Fundas and theories all stand apart when the reality stares you back in your face.

We are not idealists. We are prone to attraction, jealousy, pride and fright.

We are humans. We can't forget, and can't easily forgive.
We wait...for hours, days, years...for the loved one to turn up.

We love, and want to be loved. We want to be that special someone, that 'most important' person in someone's life.

Yes, we want to be successful. We want to be famous. We want to be spoken of, with regard.

We are possessive. 'I wouldn't mind your spending time with someone for work or leisure.' We say this, when inside us, we fear to lose.

We love attention.

We get angry on the ones we own.

We're selfish. For our happiness, our desires.

We break rules, our believes change, our moralities twist.

We do everything to accomodate the one we love in our lives.

We shout. We rush.
We love. We scream.
We melt. We break.
We hit. We fight.
We defend. We sin.

For we are humans. The hypocrite humans.


PS: I don't want to be anything else than this. I love the grey in me.
(24th February, 2012)