I don't care, I don't care that you pick on me because I'm fat or ugly. I don't care if you pick on me because I can't run as fast as you or I didn't get an A on my paper. I don't care because you've already scooped out all the care I had, for I only had so much to give. You took every care I had in the world, then discarded it like rotten meat, for it was now useless to you. I don't care about much these days, and I wonder if it will ever change.
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The Depressing Thoughts and Feelings of Me.
PoetryThe depressing thoughts, feelings, and views of me.
