I hate it when people ask me

“Who cares? Why would it matter?”

I’ll tell you – I care…

Even if it meant my death

I wouldn’t let you feel down

Who cares if I’m excluded?

Who cares when I’m down?

Who cares if I don’t fit,

Who cares when I’m not me?

True, I’m only me when I’m with you

But to others, what am I but a human?

A lousy, over-dramatic, sensitive,

Depressed, lonely, “un-caring”

Human being?

Who said I didn’t care?

Who ever said… that I didn’t care?

“Who cares…?”

Does that mean I don’t?