Irony

It may be nothing, it may be too much …
But life is never easy.
You feel, You fall, You love, You hurt, You trust, You cry.
Then you work hard, pull all nighters, tire yourself out, make yourself numb.
Am I a fool? Am I on the right path? Am I doing the right thing? What even is my dream?
That’s the irony I guess isn’t it…
Working hard, only to be disappointed with the result.
Trusting people, only to find the most unexpected outcomes.
Making yourself vulnerable and expressing your deep thoughts, only to be hurt in the end.
It’s blue and grey. An illusion. A flower that can never be bloomed. A dream which will never come true.
That was the old me.
It was a mistake.
It’s gone.