Thursday 18 December 2008

Hypercrit!

Hypercrit, Hypercrit, sitting there.
Motionless.
Sitting there, the hybernating bear in its cave.
Her in her chair.
Hypercrit, Hypercrit, judging me the way only God should.
Like she was the Judge on her pedestool watching the trial,
Hypercrit, Hypercrit, ignoring me as to say i wasn't there.
Invisable to her eye, I am her blind spot, she posseses no mirrors.
Hypercrit, Hypercrit, Treating me as the virus, fleeing from my spread.
Cowering face to face.
Hypercrit, Hypercrit, Looking at me with the disapointment of a child at christmas.
I am the dirt under her shoe.
Hypercrit, Hypercrit, I loved you and did not once treat you like this.
Hypercrit, Hypercrit.

Why say i did?
why do you acuse me?

Why be a Hypercrit!?

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