Ironic the ones we trust the most always stab us the hardest in the back
Ironic the ones we love the most don't even love us at all
Ironic the ones we cherished the most perished the fastest
Ironic the ones who say they'll never leave run before the race even begins
Ironic the ones who say there doing great are the ones who want to die
Ironic people can't read minds but we still expect them to understand us
Ironic that this is the social norm now
We are tought this way
We grew up this way
Yet we expect it to change
We expect it to get better
But nothing gets better without trying
Didn't your parents tell you that
Didn't they say practice makes perfect
Well we still think we can be perfect
Without practicing
Ironic
Yet this is still the social norm
YOU ARE READING
Poetry! But kyle!!
PoesiaThese are my own poetry if you like them I'll be adding a new one every week or so!!
