Things dont matter to me ,niether do anything does ,
But the way people behave with me is enough to say much,
I pretend to not care about all the things ,
That are being said ,
But even a sly smile has strength to kill me till the  end ,
I wish I could express myself to the world ,
The way i do to you ,
Because i dont care what you thing of me ,
Because I feel me is you.
©theyellowquail