Hundreds of faces rush past me while I move in slow motion.
My hair is sticking up in every direction, my face is flushed, and my eyes are on the floor as I drag my feet in the direction of my job.
My body is begging someone, anyone to see me and ask what’s wrong.
No one does.
My co-worker gives me multiple looks like he wants to ask but doesn’t want to pry.
I’m doubled over the desk trying not to turn into a puddle of tears.
I want to scream.
I want somebody to care, genuinely that is.
Caring with a motive behind it just burns.
I want a hug and for someone to tell me it’ll be OK.
I reach out only to find everyone is busy or just straight up blows me off.
Why is it that I’m the one who’s always there for everyone but when I need someone, no one can be bothered?