I Don't Care

If you want a Barbie doll, go find one, I'm not it;

I'm not your sheep, I'm not your empty-headed worshipper,

There's nothing I have that you can take from me, it's all

Locked up in the chambers of my heart; the shattered glass of my

Untamed soul.


I will never cry for any human beings, I won't cry out for your

Attention, or act dumb just to make you stare or care.

I am not perfect and I hope my flaws go deeper than my bones because

They make me at least half-alive; deeper than scars, mutate me,

Isolate me; why should I even care?


And I don't.

I don't care at all.



The End

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