AN: Spur of the moment poem about my current outlook on life. Free verse.

Disclaimer: This poem belongs to me. I will sue if I'm plagiarized.

I know it should matter

what others people think of me,

but who are they to judge my character?

They can criticize to their heart's content.

I could care less.

Adults commend me on my maturity

to deal with life as it is.

They say it's tough in these times.

Surprisingly though, it doesn't bother me because

I could care less.

Romance is an abused drug;

offer me some and I'll refuse any day.

Shower me with flowers and bathe me in gold.

I've got other things to attend to, so

I could care less.

Boy, I probably don't even notice you.

You might stay up all night thinking

about what we could have been.

I'm not so sorry to tell you, baby, that

I could care less.

The world will come to an end one day

and all I'll have is nothingness.

It's not much different than now because

in the end, reality is just a perception.

I could care less.

There's a crazed chaotic pandemonium,

a mad rush to discover the meaning of life.

All in one false moment, I've stumbled upon the truth,

that life had no meaning, but

I could care less.

What others have searched for in vain

came to me like a vividly painted picture.

As time crawls by, my suffering increases.

I ignore it because it mysteriously sill hurts although

I could care less.

AN: Hmm, this is an interesting piece now that I look at it. What do you think? Reviews, feedback, or flames would be much appreciated.