Hypocrite

You really are somethingwith your flaccid stiffness,
your direct indecisiveness,
You say what you mean,
but what good is meaning without purpose?
Your love be cold and ur hatred warmth,
lose yourself to individuality,
and find yourself amongst the masses,
you push the ones you love,
away from where you wish to be,
but towards where you wish you were.
For this i will not stand,
Not you,
Hypocrite.