Hate me,
If you will.
Hypocrite-
Buried in the supposed hidden fortress
Of your dark secrets.
You think you are righteous,
Good,
Perfect.
Am I so foul to you?
You don't even know me,
Yet you avoid me.
Do I make you uncomfortable?
Good:
I'm glad we have something in common-
You make me uncomfortable, too.
I do not trust you:
I have learned never to trust
A hypocrite.

James Grengs

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hypocrite-3/