We shout in whispers <br />and tell white lies, <br />Give silent cries <br />and like gray skies <br /> <br />We're bittersweet <br />and cold with heat, <br />Awfully pretty <br />aren't we? <br /> <br />Cheerfully Mournful <br />at funerals, <br />and purposefully aimless <br />when wandering streets <br /> <br />Full of emptiness <br />and stably insane, <br />We're genuinely fake <br />and love to hate<br /><br />Paper Cut<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oxymorons-2/
