They care about the smiles,
The blissful walks in the park.
They care about latest trends,
And picture perfect faces.
They care about the rainbows,
And the fairy tales.
Do you think your tears will bother them?
Do you think your pieces of broken heart,
Is for them to pick up?
Those storms, the lightning flashes,
And the roaring thunder of your life,
It holds no importance to them.
Your broken interior,
Has no use for them,
As long as you have,
A befitting exterior.
What they care about,
Are not the destinies in your stars,
Or the things that make your heart beat,
Like words, and artwork.
They care not about how dimented your
Mind is,
How different voices,
Are what replay in your head,
All day long.
What they care about,
Is that the silence in your voice,
And that the rhythm in your steps,
Are aligned to their;
Beautiful caring world.
~n.s
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