IRONY
Darkness in my heart
A feeling of being apart.
A tingling aura of gloom
Where once upon a time,
Laughter bloomed.
Thorns grow over my heart
There were roses at the start.
Why am I like this?
How did I get this way?
I do not like what or who I am
And at times, the things I do and say.
People all around,
Faces fill the room
Still I am lonely
And desire freedom from the gloom.
With people all around,
You would think that life would be sound.
I am less lonely,
When there is no one around.
The irony,
The pain
The gloom,
The joy,
But what is the plan,
Where is the gain?
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