Hypocrisy

The perfect smile; leaves you with enough evidence, for it to be seen as hypocritical. Better yet, you know. In essence leaving them in their ignorance; with perhaps a smile yourself, but this is not new, nor rarely ever is it absent. And in those scarce moments of pity, this absence leaves an abnormal feeling of dissent, especially for the hypocrite. But for the brave, forlorn its not- But there is a thin line between bravery and stupidity.

Allow me to be impartial; to say it, like it's meant to be said. Read it like how it's meant to be read. Being as indulgent as possible, but removing all the doubts, taking away the improbable. Causing disturbances for the few, who feels the most; clearing the air, exorcising the ghost. For as you know; these are some perilous times. Where people commit, some in arduous crimes; but they are not criminals, just hypocritical minds.

Constantly, I plague my mind searching; why is it human nature to be a hypocrite? ''To love is human nature; maybe that's why people love, to be hypocrites''. But then, the time spent thinking was nothing gained. Maybe my cerebellum sprained but the answer it aint. As I now know, there is no answer. Like the cure for an AIDS or better yet Cancer. We are all spawned with ignorance; as to why, certain things are the way they are. Why simple cuts heal for some, but others just scar. Which leads me to the point, some heal better than others.

But some, they just can’t refrain from being hypocrites; they just cannot heal. As if to say; it’s a promise made, an immovable seal. Yet again, some can; but it all depends on their mental, their ability to not care. Or, perhaps not fear; not showing a sardonic smile. Not driving the crowd wild. For there are no heart attacks, no emotional breakdowns, for there are no casualties, especially in the heavenly faculties. We simply live on, living on free of thought. No entrapment; no freedom sought, of the afore behavioural concoction. Positivity enhanced, immoral reduction.

We see it rampant; in our churches, classes and everywhere else. We fear it not, for Machiavellian it's not, it's only Hypocrisy. The age old tendency; to be unreal, to see the truth and not reveal, But wouldn't that make us all hypocrites? No, not unless you're not brave! It’s not over till its over. Be not a push over, for controversy is good for the soul and for every surviving sole. We are all from the World, but all are not of the World.