Pearls of wisdom, or stupidity?

I've got the will, but lacking craft.
I'm an ideas factory that's understaffed.
Can't sleep, yet tired.
Feeling brain dead but fully wired. 
Searching for the f***s I want to give,
make shifting my own pain like a shiv.

Loving life, but hating myself.
That's like a conveyor with no belt.
Between giving up and breaking through.
Having the full picture, and only a clue.
Being fed lies only made me spit out
the truth.

You hate me because I love you,
Love me because I hate you.
They say opposites attract,
but I've found the opposite of that in fact.
And what is that?

A hypocritical world,
Giving birth to a hypocritical pearl.
Because apparently this place is our oyster.
Although why would you want to live inside
something which is clamed shut?

A poem or song is supposed to end with a
Rhyme, BUT.......
I never claimed this was either.
I'm just reaffirming my lack of craft.
Is a hypocrit really a hypocrit,
If this fact they do not mask?