by Chelsea Ntuli20 May 2016
I wonder if they pretend or if they really care.
A heartfelt embrace and genuine smile are rare.
They think I don't see 'em but I notice them glares.
Of pity and shame and pointless wasted breath of air.
I don't mind though.
The fake smiles and senseless small talks.
I don't want to talk just show me you don't give a fuck.
I won't get mad I just want it to stop.
Its better to know I'm alone.
Than to wonder about another.
Another significant other that comes first.
Before me your poor old Chels.