You say I'm not beautiful?
Why should I care?
You blame me?
Why should I listen?
You get annoyed at me?
Why don't you think me too?
You sneer at me?
My ears won't pay a shit bout that.
You laugh at me?
Ha, at least you find me funny.
You underrate me?
Everyone is underrated before they get respected, don't you know?
So, just spat at me anything you want,
and I'll just chuckle at you,
cause I don't care.
Even when the world turns its back on me,
even when I lost my beauty,
even when I get criticised by everyone,
I'll still live my normal life,
cause I don't care.
I don't care if I don't look pretty.
I don't care if I'm poor.
I don't care if you betray me.
I don't care if everyone leaves me.
And I don't care, if my stone heart gets broken again,
because it'll self-repair,
because it's been through the same many times.
So that's why,
I can go through everything in my path
with my stone heart.
Whatever meaning it has,
in the end, with that,
I'll be the one laughing at you.
YOU ARE READING
Those whose souls hurt
PuisiThis is my improvisational poetry collection, which includes all my healing poems just for you, who suffered from mental illness. Hope you enjoy it.