Hypocrite.

She tells them to do one thing,
And she does the other.

She tells them it isn't nice,
She tells them not to do whatever it may be,
But that doesn't stop her.

'It isn't right!',
They say.

She tells her own story, and here it goes.

I tell them one thing,
While I indeed do the other.

I tell them the bad of what can happen.

I tell them the bad, the consequences,
But I do not follow them myself.

Why I do not follow them,
Is for me to know,
And for you, finally, to know as well.

I tell the lot of you one thing,
I tell you the downfall.

Let's back-track.

I told you the downfall,
Now, how could I truly know that?

I tell you what will happen,
Before it can,
Is that correct?

I tell you, and of course,
It happens.

Because it has happened to me.

It has happened to me,
And I would prefer it not to happen to you.

Not to plague you while you stand before us all,
Not to bother your rising spirits,
Not to detroy your hope.

I do this simply because it will happen,
And I haven't figured out how to make it stop.

Really, it's that simple.

I couldn't stop,
But you have the chance.

Here was her story.

A story you can believe,
Or forget even was posted.

She told her part on the matter,
She told the honest truth,
How about your turn?