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They Don't Care


What an unexpected tragedy, they said

He showed no signs

He seemed so happy

He had so much to live for

 

She doesn’t care

She doesn’t care

He doesn’t care

They mouth the words

But I mean nothing to them

I am only a weight on their hearts

Only a faintly ridiculous specimen

 

If I told the truth 

I would just be another weird kid

Just another dark smudge

On their happy portraits

 

So I slap on this mask

And with a giddy voice

I make them laugh

The way I want to

 

Are they so blind?

To see the things I do

And suspect nothing?

 

I wish I were a worse actor

So they could see through my ruse

And the mask of happiness 

Over it all. 

 

They don’t care

She doesn’t care

She doesn’t care

He doesn’t care

all they care about is religion

All she cares about is her muscly guy

They’ll move on

They’ll move on

Without a blink

Red will fade to color

Empty will fade to white

God will find his reckoning.

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