The Hypocrisy…(Poem)

Description

In this poem, I’m reflecting on my own journey with a mix of confidence and self-awareness. I start by admitting that I’ve got a clear grasp of who I am—plenty of understanding about myself—and I’m upfront about the fact that I don’t see myself as the best-looking guy you’d spot wandering around in the daylight. I’m no head-turner, and I’m fine with that. But then the tone shifts as I dive into what’s changed. Those women who used to laugh at me, who’d poke fun at my expense, they’re the same ones now falling for my words. It’s like my poetry and creativity have flipped the script—they can’t resist the pull of what I craft.

I’ve got this knack now for drawing in these refined, elegant women, the classy types, and it’s become almost a compulsion for me, a kind of restless drive. I lure them in, pulling them into what I call my “poisonous chamber”—this intense, intoxicating space where my poems come alive, fuelled by raw passion. It’s not just about seduction for the sake of it; it’s the act of creating, of pouring myself into those lines, that hooks them. The poem’s got this edge of triumph, like I’ve turned the tables, and what once held me back is now the very thing that gives me power.