Why do I care?

Why even try?

Who cares about me?

Lots of people say

that they care,

but I see that they don't.

They are truly transparent.

They don't try to cover lies,

and I see right through them.

It hurts my head

to see their lies.

I fill my mind

with more convincible lies:

Not 'It's going to be fine,'

but more complex thoughts.

I don't lie to myself that way

I make up stories to hard

to figure out myself.

I start but then stop.