Why aren't I smiling?!

Life tends to be ironic, cruel and with a lame sense of humour...
It gives me goodies when I am dieting or the teeth are aching,
It shows me no perspective when the heart is in need.
It gives me security when there is no one to show it to
And insecurity in a middle of a crowd.

I should be smiling, and I hate the world, I hate life
I don't get the joke
I don't find it funny

So I am sure it is mutual
What the hell am I supposed to do
halfway across the peninsula with that knowledge?

You better have a cunning plan that will compensate for all this uselessness.

I don't need platonic bullshit
I am not fooled by the 'beauty' of that anymore

I thought :P