The Ignorant

I... don't care...
I seriously don't care...
If possible, I don't ever want to care.

Those outcasts...
The bullied, the weak, and the pressured...
I don't want to help them...
I don't know how they feel...
I've never been through their suffering...
I don't want to know how it feels.

Survival of the fittest...
That's how the world works...
The weak will crumble and the strong will thrive...
Some will perish and others will go on...
The strong survive by stepping on the corpses beneath their feet...
The weak will be crushed by the weight they cannot bear...
That's the golden rule of life...
It's a really lonely path.

I am an audience...
I witness the cruelty of the world...
I am not the strong...
Nor am I the weak...
I am merely an audience...
I refuse to touch the stage.

Seated far from the filth...
I remain untouched...
Behind the safe glass seperating our lives...
Just watching...
And watching...
And watching.

But the glass seperating us...
Remain as they are...
Thin...
Fragile...
Transparent...
You could even say it's only a small gap.

I'm always on the far back...
I dare not get too close...
In fear that it would shatter...
Leaving me alone...
Picking up the fragments...
Of what seemed to be my shield...
Protecting me from the feelings I should've felt.

Even now my feet seemed to be moving...
All on its own, towards that glass...
It seems that a part of me is rebelling...
Against the part of me that should know better.

Hi everyone! To be honest, I seriously don't know what I'm writing...
I don't even know what these are called :P
So do you guys like it?
Should I continue or is it just plain annoying to read some random girl's feelings?
Please let me know if I should make these a series :)