Ironic

It's weird how i feel like smiling and grieving at the same time...
It's uncommon for me to let go of maself for it has been a custom to repress ma feelings, acting like nothing's wrong.
It's ridicilous to be an outsider and live a world of ma own, yet it's actually a hip thing to watch the crowds make a fool outta themselves.
It's so not right to be too nice for the fact that being bitchy is far more temptatious.
It's unfair how some gets all the colors, nevertheless, the rest remain black and white.
It's incredible how people finally found their lifetime cliques, but some ended with mates they love not.

So much irony, so little time to think...
on second thought, why should I bother anyway?