You think you hold
the world in your hands.
But all you are is
A big nothing.
Your critical eyes
miss nothing except
All the flaws you
Yourself have.
You circle me like
a vulture, pointing out
Each and every fault
Of mine and you
Call me a tragedy.
I have flaws, I accept
But I don’t need you
To show me them
Every second in a day.
You call me a tragedy
And so am I.
The world could use
quite a few tragedies
To be interesting.
You try to drown me
In my own tears.
But sorry, not this time.
You roar like a lion
And I’m not moved
‘Cause I know you’re
Weaker than a cat.
Each time I ascend a step
You push me two lower.
But it won’t work anymore.
You go on critizing me
But this I want you to know.
Just three words.
‘I Don’t Care! ‘
You are welcome to bring
The sky down upon me
And I still won’t care.