I can hear their righteous words
I can see their deathly glares
I can feel their stares
I can expect their disappointment
and I can't do anything about it
I try to act like I don't care
because I don't want to care
even if it hurts more
because I care
and I don't want to care
I want it all to stop
especially caring

// S k y e M i l l e r © dbrodriguez ; 2017