The word (a collection)

Small

I don't know why you are worried,

If you realised that nobody gives a crap,

About you or anything that you do.

I don't know why you think that,

Any of us are thinking about you.

You never cross my mind unprompted,

Then it is, Yawn, can we move on?

You think you are making waves,

When you are pissing in the ocean,

And then declaring it a Tsunami.

So that pathetic little thing you did,

It matches with your whole performance.

I blinked once and you were gone,

Filed under meh with a dab of feeble.

So when I count to three,

I want you to disappear again,

Got it?

One

Two

Three

:)