Who Cares?

This is frustrating.

Everything is frustrating.

Life is frustrating.

There’s a constant grating sound

Of nails on a chalkboard

And the swarm of bees nest inside my head

And I don’t pay attention to the hum

Until I lay down in bed

And it’s impossible to ignore or put out of mind.

They’re stinging the inside of my skull

And they burrow into my brain

And when they’re done there is a dull pain

That never ceases

To annoy me.

Most of the time it’s just an annoyance

But a constant annoyance

Starts to weigh down on my head

Like a nail slowly pushed into me

Only a couple nanometers

A day

But it’s been like,

6 years

So it’s-

Still not even an inch, but

It hurts

Nevertheless

It hurts

Like

Hell.

It’s frustrating that

Because it’s so small looking

No one really cares

And I don’t even care

Because why should I think it even matter at all like,

It’s not even anything that concerning.

Such a distant looming threat

That won’t even be evident

Until I’m too old to care still, so-

I don’t care.

But I care that I don’t care

It bothers me that I don’t care

So does that mean I do care?

Who cares?

Honestly, Seriously,

It’s like a tiny drop of poison in all of the world’s oceans combined and

It’ll only affect one speck of microorganism

But that one speck of microorganism is

My head

Not even all of me just

My head

And it’s driving me crazy

Because it’s not poison it’s like rabies

And everyday I sink deeper into what feels like

Madness.

I don’t think I’ll ever experience

What people refer to as “normal”

And that bothers me sometimes but

Honestly who cares.

Who cares?

And I’m not one of those

“Quirky, omg I’m so weird” girls,

I’m really fed up with them.

No, it’s like, I’m normal in every way that makes me uninteresting

But not quite right when it matters most

And I would never brag about being

“Weird” or whatever.

Why would I be proud of feeling so stupid?

So different,

So wrong,

So off?

My poems are starting to sound a little

Repetitive and overdone

This one has been on the grill way too long for my taste ‘cause like,

I love medium rare, sometimes even rare, but this is

Well done.

Who cares enough to read this entire thing?

Eh, who cares.