Ultimate Hypocrite

These are not my thoughts,
but they read me deeply,
so i read them, and
write them,
and breathe them.
Hoping,
they're not true,
knowing,
they see me more
than I
see them.
See through me,
inside me,
twist the core of
wicked soul,
blessed with luck
and rotten
stuff.
Why can't they leave?
Why can't they walk?
Why can't they separate
from the mind of my heart?
Why do you speak
such solid truths,
so painful lessons
never learned.
The moment
sitting
by the end,
the peaceful braising,
cold,
depressed.
It never left.
Lies!
they cried,
but cold and cruel,
I still remained.
So now I leave you,
the voices hushed,
and choices rushed.
I leave you,
in hopes of life.
Hopes of death.
Hopes of strife.
But,
no hopes of right.