Who are you
to stop and stare,
Who are you
to judge if I care,
Who are you
to say right or wrong,
Who are you
to dictate my song,
Who are you
to say I should love…. be there,
Where were you
when I needed someone to care,
Who are you
to judge if I care,
When you clearly can’t see
what’s underneath what’s there,
Why should I push aside the truth
pretend to forget love care be there,
Some wounds never heal
and the knifes that make them never share,
So who are you to judge
when your oblivious to the fact you don’t see,
Who are you to judge
when you know fuck all about me….
…. To be honest
I just don’t care anymore….
…. Here’s my foot
your arse the big door….
For you. No not you, your awesome have a cup of tea. FOR YOU. Yeah you, you know who you are, shut the door on your way out….
An empty space.... 
My foot, your arse, big door – LOL, says it all