Irony

How ironic is it to be loved by the one person you hate?
How ironic is it to be only seen as bad by the person you liked?
How ironic is it to be called a liar by a liar?
How ironic is it to make a mistake to accomplish good?
How ironic is it to be free but feel caged?
How ironic is it to be envied and punished over something you don’t have?
How ironic is it to win a “best smile award” while you’re on 3 antidepressants?
How ironic is it to live when you’re dead?
How ironic is it to fight for something so badly then absolutely not want it in the end?
How ironic is it for such an unlucky person to be so damn lucky in the end?

It’s ironic.

In fact the irony is so thick you can choke on it.

Note: To the fly from a previous post…. The trash is all yours to claim. Therefore no need to annoyingly buzz around me… Idiot. I am out of the gutter… You may now reclaim your rightful position.

My only regret is having kept you waiting for so long.

All the best,
Disturbed

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~ by Disturbed Stranger on January 23, 2010.

 
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