She is Indifferent
She calls herself an
indifferent human.
Someone who doesn't wonder,
contemplate about people's
feelings and their behaviour.
Someone who doesn't feel
why the world functions the
way it does.
Someone who doesn't know
why love is the most sought
after thing and
why is being fake the new real.
But for once, stop.
Look at her.
Sitting there in the corner
of the room, writing in
her diary constantly.
Look at her pull her
hair in a ponytail.
Look at those eyes
full of mysteries and stories
waiting to be heard
by someone.
All you have to do is
look at her worries and
smile at them like
she smiles at them.
And if you get time,
notice how she murmurs
and how she stops on words
while speaking.
You'll realise the only thing
she is indifferent with is
her own self and not anyone else.