What irony the world works in

I decided to republish for no reason at all...

Isn't it funny how hard it is to smile?
But how easily we pretend to?
How quick we are to shoot up a wall?
To put on a mask and play pretend?

Then the gut wrenching pains tormenting us in the dark,
Tears long gone yet their tracks remain steadfast,
Scrub them off and laugh in the mirror,
Walk outside and bask in the sunshine,
Ignoring the oncoming storm,
In favour of a single moment of warmth.

Isn't it funny how the world is expected to smile?
When the rule makers cant do it for themselves?
Commission a portrait, pretend to smile, fake it until you make it?
Doesn't the irony just sting?
Isn't it annoying how we are taught to make peace and share?
Then our teachers make war in their greed?

Isn't it crazy how we walk amongst such large crowds?
Yet we are always so lonely?
Isn't it funny how such similar words mean such different things?
Lonely and Alone have very different meanings,
We never stand alone,
Yet our battles are always lonely.

Doesn't the irony in such a situation make you cry?
Doesn't it just make you laugh through the tears?
At all the ridiculous implications about human nature?

What an ironic world we stand upon....