When did I start to care?
About hair
Makeup
Clothes
About what people thought about me
About others
About my face
And my body
I used to be content with being the loner
The kid in the back corner of class
Now I’m in the middle
Surrounded by way too many friends
Don’t get me wrong
I love them
But sometimes it feels like they’re too many
Too many that care
About hair
Makeup
Clothes
I don’t want to care anymore
I don’t