the outsider.

i don't care

if i'm within

the circle.

i don't care

if i'm heard.

or well known,

respected or

regarded.

i don't care

if i'm invited.

or added.

or friended

and befriended.

or defriended.

i don't care anymore

if my ticks show

if my voice cracks

if i am stupid

or crazy or last

in a long line of fools.

i don't care

if the nerves show

if my face reddens

or if the hives grow.

i don't care

if my heart beats

through my fucking chest

so hard you can see it.

i will tear out this silicone ribcage

to show you the mechanics of loving this deep.

you can look... or not...

i just don't really care.

but i do really care about you.