who cares less,
indifference is a slow death,
i’d rather hate and curses,
a crafted sigh of doubt and annoyance,
i’d rather hear their screams.
anger is swift and cunning,
it makes more sense to believe,
maybe, somethings wrong with me,
i’d rather hot idiosyncrasies,
they don’t want to keep up with me.
indifference is dressed up apathy,
they clean every inch,
but leave baby in the corner -
everything’s just ***** dancing,
i try to mend, but no amends,
indifference is a slow death,
who cares less.