Bare and Brave

I don't care How they glance, how they stare. I'm not a book of solutions To feed their assumptions. To hell with the noise— It's not worth my voice. Their thoughts, their likes, Are not my fights. I’m here to breathe, to feel, To live something real. Stay or leave, it’s all the same... I’ll live it bold, come -joy or strife, Every moment, Bare and Brave.