What is it to you?

What is it to you?
What is it to you what I do?
What is it to you that I don’t care?
What is it to you that I don’t care about you?
What is it to you that I live to dare death to take me?
What is it to you that I refuse to be afraid?
Not hiding in the shadows of life on the sidelines watching the world go round and round?
What is it to you that I love to tempt the fates?
What is it to you that I have no fear of death of losing my freedom or everyone around me?
What is it to plain and simple?
My life is my own.
I live my way and I refuse to hold back.
Your fears and insecurities mean nothing to me.
I’ll say it to you one more time: What it is to you?