Paradox

I’m quick to anger And quick to hate But even faster to laughter And a forgiving state. I see beauty With the eye of an artist And at once am sickened By the faults I missed. I punish myself And mourn my plight I forsake virtue, Compelled to do what’s right. I despise loneliness But I still loathe company. I crawl from one dark hole To fall in another I didn’t see. My friends and family worry; They ask what’s wrong with me, But when explaining my state, Simplicity is key - I’m a walking paradox, The epitome of hypocrisy.