Apathy

You’re a fly on the wall.
Just there, ever there.
Looking with your insect eyes,
Unfeeling, uncaring.

Not doing anything
Even as I cry, as I call,
Even as I trip and fall,
Even as little by little I die.
You’re a fly.

And I sometimes bleed
When black and blue gets old.
Because I’ve stopped to heed
All the threats that I’m told.

And you just hang there
Day in and day out.
How can you bear
What this is all about?

You’re a fly on the wall.
Just there, ever there.
Might as well that no one’s there.
When all you do is stare.

You’re a fly.