No One Would Care

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In that moment I felt
complete
safe
enough.

No one was watching me,
no one was judging me.

It was freeing,
that one moment.

I didn't care.
And no one cared about me.

But then I realized
no one cared.

It hit me hard,
the fact.

If I disappeared...



n o   o n e   w o u l d   c a r e .



I couldn't scream for help,
or cry
or shout.


Because  n o t h i n g   w o u l d   h a p p e n . . .




It was a hard thing to do--
come back to reality.

Coming back meant
people caring...

Me caring about them caring.

I cared what they would say
about how I
                          dressed
                                            walked
                                                             laughed.

People watching my every move.

But I realized...
they would care if I screamed.
They would help if I shouted.
They would comfort me if I cried.

And that was the only part
that mattered.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓. ── poetry | ✎Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora