The Irony

Roses are red, violets are blue.
Who painted the ceiling red,
When it should be all blue?

I came to experience the world,
But I ended up watching and terrified.
The beauty of it is undeniably tempting,
But there's just a lot to be disgusted off, an ill feeling.

In fact all of it can be solve by one simple solution,
That is called information.
Some might find it soon,
But others don't deserve anything at all.

And though how important we want to be heard,
Tried shouting but still suppressed.

We will eventually come to the point,
Where the truth we believe will be questioned,
Not by others but by our own selves.
We will then get confused,
Change our whole perception, Blow our fuse.

The negative irony in our life,
The destiny we are trying to avoid,
Are the things we made in our mind,
When we are at the peak of our weakness.
Is it really an answer we are seeking?,
Or just demise we are hoping?,

We are all hypocrites,
For when we don't want to believe is the time you ask for the other side of the story.