Yeah? Well I Don'T Really Care Anyway. Poem by Insane and luving it

I don't really care if those around are
being immature about the ways of the world.
I have the capacity to feel, you know.

I don't really care if those around are
Ignorant of things they ignore on purpose,
Shying away from the truth despite it slapping itself across their faces.
I have the capacity to understand you know.

Nor do I care if those around me like
leering and cheering at things that mean nothing.
Small flits of fancy that hold onto the others
and clasp onto things where they do not belong.
They hold there until they dropp off and scurry
and bury themselves in places forgotten.
I have the capacity to personify, you know.

I don't really care if those around me
Don't sense that I'm there or realise my being
I'm here
I'm alive
I exist in the world.
We share it; you and I
But I don't really care.

I don't have the capacity to know.