CP at home

Hypocrite

I hate the premise of blogging yet I write a blog
I know she’s bad news but am still infatuated
I accuse him of paranoia yet am relentlessly paranoid
I hate patronising cunts yet am a patronising cunt
I hate trickster wanker wingers yet think Michael Kightly is the best player in the world
I miss her but I don’t want her
I don’t miss her but I want her
“I’m scared I’ll get scared”
I hate vanity yet look in the mirror as much as they do
I boycott Coca-Cola yet drink Coca-Cola
I hate buttons yet wear shirts
(I don’t have to touch them) I do have to touch them
I think jealousy is the bane of society yet jealousy reigns free
I hate drummers who judge other drummers yet I judge other drummers
I hate people I love these people
I hate self-importance yet write this as if it is important
(It is not important) It is important (It is NOT important)
I yearn for their approval yet I hate them
She’s infuriating but perfect
She exists she doesn’t exist
Some days she exists some days she is dead
I want people to listen to me yet cannot speak
I matter I don’t matter
I hate people who tell me to chill out yet tell people to chill out
I claim to not care what people think yet always care what people think
I can’t show anyone yet I show anyone
I hate social networking but cannot help it
(It’s good for communication) It’s a gossip mongering killing machine
I want to quit the internet yet would be back within a week
I don’t know why I do this yet I know why I do this
Delete all my passwords, keep all my passwords
Delete all my entries, archive it all
I am robot, I am free
I am free, I am trapped
I hide but I want to be found
I am the wife who cooks for her husband who never comes home.