I wonder, should I really care about what people say?

I do not know,
Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't.

But I don't think it's humanly possible to not care.

Somewhere in these massive walls that I have built around myself,
There will be a hole.

A very tiny and minuscule hole, but a hole nonetheless,
From which slivers of what people say will slip past.

Eventually that tiny hole would grow in size,
It would have grown so much that the walls that I built to protect myself will crumble down.

And as these walls crumble, so will I.