Whether I get a life or not,
it no longer matters to me.
It’s easier to accept that
what will be will be.
I work when I work.
I play when I play.
I’ll do more of the same
day after day.
Live or die.
Well, it’s one or the other.
Death doesn’t scare me,
but I won’t speed it up like my brother.
Happy I’m not.
I might not ever be.
But there’s always a chance,
so we’ll just have to see.
If people like me, that’s fine.
If they don’t, I don’t care.
If you’re a true friend,
then I’ll always be there.
I honestly wish that my
not caring were true,
and the things that don’t matter,
well, sometimes they do.
Written by Tammy Fay Siboloski