I've been asked
why I've been cold
or seemingly - just mean
tell you the truth,
quite recently
I don't care
for a thing.
I've been asked
quite frequently
to state my sanity,
or maybe I'm
just acting strange
against all clarity.
I've been asked
behind the scenes
why I hate my writing,
it may be so
that in my core
I don't want to be seen.
I've been asked...
what have I been asked ?
I don't remember it...
Ah, it's irrelevant
I still don't care
and never will begin...
yet, deep inside,
where all my feelings
sparkle, dimly lit
it may be short, but
for a while... I care
a tiny bit...