Satire Poem by Cori Arbuss

When I'm sorry's not enough
When I love you's too much
When you hurt me's not fair
When songs of the dearly departed just sting
When love songs burn deep
When you know already that the scars won't heal
Cynical, they call it
Its just a satire, I am.

Its not cunning, its clever
Not irony, wit
Not genorosity, love
Not courage, strength
Cynical, they call it
Its just a satire, I am

When mistakes can't be forgiven
When words shouldn't be said
When tears are shed of weakness
When razors are frowned upon
When pain is seen as foolish
Cynical, they call it
Its just a satire, I am

When gifts equal true compassion
When words are simply just words
When heartbreak and crushes can be felt at the same time
When loving smiles mean more than hugs
When jokes become so much more
When words are said by mistake
When rumors are spread and ruin lives
When just a few days because of a few weeks makes everything possible
Cynical, they call it
Its just a satire, I am