Who cares if I am what I am? Time is too short, the world is too small.
Who cares if I'm not who you expect at all?
The facade you're behind, with all your grins and smiles. You forget someone out there cares whether you live or die.
So why do you care?
Are you scared?
Scared of the blare of overcritical glares? Let them stare.
Let them whisper, and point, and blister under the suns of their jealousy! Individuality is dead. Follow a crowd,
copy people if you must.
But make it your crowd, your style, your smile.
Your risks, you desires.
Life needs to be inquired.