The Art of Irony

Satirical hope
For the impossible
Felt by everyone
But never possible

Oblivious worry
Of unconscious doubts
Conveniently forget
What life was about

Anonymous criticism
Signed with their own name
Self-judgment fades
But will always remain

Involuntary escape
From what life has come to be
Forcing your eyes to close
When you clearly want to see

Bottomless pits
Of those holes in your heart
But we hide it so well
It has become an art

**This poem will be published in three books! yay!**