A/N: I wrote this poem when I heard about... not so great rumors about my school.
... it turns out the not so great rumors are true
And it's more than just one issue, it's a LOT of issues. Some I know about but mostly really shocked me and disappointed me so much
I won't get much into details with this but this poem is about what I felt
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"Hypocrites"

You told us to be prim and proper
To be a good holy son or daughter
But you don't know how we suffer
By your own hands is the slaughter

"Boys be kind and don't rattle"
Fools! Don't cover in a mantle
Don't you dare go on and tattle
Look! You are what you prattle

"Girls cover up your sin"
We're not the sinners! Fin.
Tell those disgusting eyes of sin
To go to the garbage bin

I once stand with you in pride
For 4 years, you were my guide
But now I swim against the tide
Now I know what happened inside

Hypocrisy is what you tailor
All things are in your favor
We're appalled by your behavior
You disappoint me, you traitor.