//Self-Centered Me\\

After me...
Who cares?
Does it really matter?
Not to me.

You may think I'm

- with a heart of stone?

I won't try to change your mind,
'cause that's exactly what I am.
I won't make excuses,
Promise you to change.

For I can't,
that's the way I am.


A/N: I wrote this poem because everyone of us is like that, at least once (or so I believe). You can't always care for others and no-one can expect you to do so!