I wish i didn’t care
What others think of me
Or what they whisper
Every time i pass by

The truth burns within me
I do care, a lot
About the whispers
Every other time i pass by

Do they like my outfit?
How about my hair?
Or my shoes?
Do the colours co-ordinate?

As long as i’m comfortable…
That’s what i tell myself
Every day i go out
Looking well above average

It’s sad and superficial
Some may say
But i can’t help it
I still care.

© bridget mutua