So the thing is …I do not care
You look and pressure with you glare, insisting on what you deem as right
As I search into the intricates of my soul, I find that I truly ..do not care
Now now do not huff and puff, quite simply put
in cliché words and lame terms…
It’s not you it’s me!
I do not care, I used to though
oh how I used to fuss and fret, arrange and change or even reinvent to squeeze and fold and trim myself to fit your cracked up mold.
I see you glaring tutting and staring, scolding me into your cold little box.
OK….umm maybe I’ve babbled forgive me sometimes I tread off tracks
But just in case I wasn’t clear
Fuck you, I don’t give a shit!