I don't care

To say I'm discontent, it's an understatement So let me state it - I hate it. I can't take the fate shit; it's fake shit. Let me make it - a bit clearer. When I'm looking in the mirror, When my futures getting nearer, I look inside, I'm a leerer I don't like what I see I don't like that I breathe I don't like that I'm me What else is there to do but to be I wake up - anxiety Go to work, go to sleep - it's killing me. I'm sufficating, yet I'm hyperventilating. I'm sitting, wishing, waiting But you think I'm playing You think I'm not trying? You think that I'm lying? That I like to be crying? You think I'm weak? I think it's bleak. Think I'm a freak? I think that's weak. That's short sighted; your view is one sided. Oh I would be delighted...if I thought there was a way for me to get out of this place This place has been my home; it's everthing that I know. I've tried many forms of transportation But the bus driver just keeps saying There's no room, no time I wish I had the peace of mind To find - god. To find a life mod But my god. My god. Years wasted; a life hated. To late to be silver plated. Yes, too late for that lining. It's now decades I've been mining. I know it sounds like I'm whining. You know what, I've stopped minding. You can think what you want, you can say what you want. I don't care what you want. Go back and read the bold font.