By Mac Guerreiro

Eye don’t even know why eye care,
Eye’m not friends of theirs,
And they wouldn’t even know me,
If it weren’t for you,
We don’t seem to sing the same tunes,
Yet eye want them to like me,
Or eye want to not care,
Either way,
Eye’m neither here nor there,
Instead eye’m stuck in a loop,
With the mean girls from middle school,
Making judgements,
Putting up walls,
But smiling to my face,
Eye put in effort,
Learn their names,
They only seem to remember mine,
To find reasons to undermine,
Eye know this isn’t the same,
Eye know they simply want what’s best for you,
Even through all the feelings,
That eye can see,
Just wish they’d try to actually see me.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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