Dear Sarcasm and Cynicism,
I'm tired of you. Both of you.
You tell me the world is ugly, but I see beauty. You tell me people are selfish and unkind, but I'm surrounded by smiles and helping hands.
You wound, unprovoked.
You don't laugh, you mock.
You were once razor sharp tools, but overuse has turned you into blunt instruments. You're dull.
If you cut down a field, but don't replant, and regrow, then all you are is destructive.
And you've consumed too much oxygen, please go away, and take Irony with you.
I don't have time for you anymore.