Count Me Out

A round of applause for my senseless behaviour,
nobody cared and neither do I try hard to fit in where
  I'm not welcomed.

No room for hatred and
        no stomach for selfishness.
No flashing lights no glam no red carpets
        to let my soul pass with respect.
Rotten cupcakes and forbidden fruits
        cutting my tongue with sweet curses
casting my happiness and viewing my deja vu in reverse,
        turning the was to the has and the is to the will.

Will I remember not to care
         what the world thinks of me?
or will I care to forget
         what they say about me?
No room for random love
         no stomach for the thoughts of haters.
If they are procedures of life, count me out.

A round of applause for my careless behaviour,
nobody cares and neither will I try to fit in
where I'm not welcomed