The interference of the appearance

I don't care what I look like.
I don't care what I wear.
I don't care that I look sick.
I don't care that people stare.

Shopping for clothes, What's the point.
Getting the hair cut, Waste of time.
Wanting a manicure, What a joke.
Going for a wax, I rather sit here and rhyme.

Why do people care about these things?
I really cannot see the big deal.
Did I once care just like the rest?
If so, then that surely wasn't real.

Crazy and insane, is that what everyone now is?
Because everyone cares about such a thing as appearance.
Or am I now crazy and insane for not caring at all?
Because, for me, such a thing is a massive interference.