Irony

The frozen ones will drift from you

Hurt by the warmth

They cannot take the light

So in jealousy they take flight.

The broken ones will wish for you

Shelter from the rain.
And in your arms they speak for you.

And you feel hope again.

The weak ones from run you

Scared of being pulled in by truth

Scared of what others have said for you

The ones lacking feeling or ruth.

The faces, once beaming 

Now so far away.

And amidst honest screaming.

They laugh at you today.

But even though they do so.

And in naivety take flight.

They cannot stop you shining.

Wholesome, pure, and bright.