Hello, nice to meet you. <br /> <br />Wake up in the morning, <br />Wash the sleep from your eyes, <br />Wash the dirt from your face, <br />But you can’t clean what’s inside. <br /> <br />I’m little miss sin: <br />Binge drinking on Saturday, <br />Then waking up still asleep. <br />The night is half forgotten, <br />So you sit down and weep. <br /> <br />I’m little miss forgiven: <br />Going to church on a Sunday, <br />Praying, as your mind <br />Wanders to all the mistakes, <br />The worries and the lies. <br /> <br />I’m little miss two-faced: <br />Hand in hand contradictions live; <br />The genuine and the fake. <br />The innocent will deceive. <br />So each day as you wake, <br />Lather, rinse, repeat; <br />Each week’s the same for me, <br />Hello, Nice to meet you, <br />I’m little miss hypocrisy.<br /><br />Miranda Bell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-miss-hypocrisy/
