Why do we crave attention?
Why do we feel the need,
To be looked at, to be seen?

Why do we care what the others think?
Why does it matter?
What is the point?

What if we stopped caring?
No need for attention
No need to impress
No reason to change
Who we are, how we dress

There really is no point,
We're just too self concious
Stop caring, be you
Its all you can do,
That's how it's meant to be