Who Cares?

Who cares,

I ask myself,

If I’m smaller?

Who cares,

I mouth,

If I’m smarter?

Who cares?

I whisper,

As I silently sit through class,

Alone.

Who cares?

I say,

As my memories haunt me.

Who cares?

I tell,

Whomever hates my writing.

As long as I’m okay,

Or I’m proud of it,

Then I don’t care what others think.

I’m proud of being me.

Even if no one takes me as a friend,

I’m not changing for anyone.