Who the fuck cares

Night's not my thing.
Tonight I've borrowed some falsity
to behave like someone I'm not.
I've tried another time to be the one
I would like to be.

But reality comes crashing once again,
as I'm no one.
I'm scared of you.
I'm scared of this normality,
as I don't feel like I belong to it.

I've ran away one more time
from those I want to be with.
Who do I go to, where do I call.

Just hang my feelings,
cos' I don't want to have them anymore.
Is this a poem, is this a letter.
Who the fuck cares.