I Don't Care

You detest me. The reason is clear,
And your welcome is always so cold,
But the core of my perfect idea
Has been stolen by the whole
Heartless cruel rotten world.

 

You all promptly discovered the sense of surviving
And at last started thinking what means to be free.
Full of envy, consumed with mixed feelings, you're striving
For quite shallow things in the same way as me.
You are trying to open my eyes
To my being the core of the vice,
And you all are as pure as spring morning skies.

 

I don't care what you think,
Curse me, things will still get better,
Go on, and I will sing
Of the happenings that matter.

 

Please believe nor my laughs nor my tears,
Like I never believe what you say.
My true muse will be straying for years
After one unlucky chain
Of the same exhausting days.

 

You are lively discussing your sides of the story,
Do you find it a pleasure to dig tons of muck?
You have nothing to do with my grief or my glory,
Or a lot of misfortunes of ultimate luck.
You are looking at me with eyes green,
But my eyes are still pure marine
And will stay so regardless the scenes I have seen.

 

I don't care what you think,
Curse me, things will still get better,
Go on, and I will sing
Of the happenings that matter.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your write is filled with vivid thoughts and emotions powerfully expressed. Painful experiences convey such a sense of loss in love and affection. Excellent, stirring write.