My childhood was a nightmare. I grew up in a home where I was ignored, neglected, and abused. No one cared about me. My parents? They couldn’t care less. I was just an inconvenience to them, another problem they didn’t want to deal with. I was thrown around from foster home to foster home, treated like trash by workers who didn’t even pretend to care. The abuse wasn’t just physical—it was mental. They made me feel worthless, like I was less than human.
School wasn’t any better. I was the punching bag for every kid who thought it was fun to tear someone down. I was made fun of for my looks, my speech, everything. One day in middle school, a bully grabbed my lunch tray and shoved it into my face, smearing food all over me in front of everyone. I could feel the eyes on me, hearing the laughter as the kids watched me wipe the mashed potatoes off my face, humiliated and powerless. No one helped me. No teacher stepped in. They all just stood there, watching it happen like it was some kind of joke. It wasn’t even the first time it happened, but it was one of the worst. That moment stuck with me, because in that instant, I realized how invisible I was to everyone.
Even the so-called “guidance counselor” made me feel worse. She would tell me things like, “Just talk to someone,” but whenever I tried, I was met with cold stares or empty words. No one cared. They just wanted me to be quiet and stop bothering them.
Now, it’s worse. I’ve learned not to say anything because every time I try, I’m met with judgment. People don’t want to hear about my life, about how I was treated like garbage by everyone. They don’t care about my past or what I’ve been through. They just want me to act normal, to act like everything is fine, even when it’s not.
The truth is, nobody cares. They never have, and they never will. They only care about themselves. If you’re not useful to them, if you’re not making them feel good about themselves, then you’re nothing. And the more you try to open up, the more they push you away. They don’t want to hear it. They want you to be quiet and fade into the background.
The hardest pill to swallow isn’t the pain from my past. It’s realizing that no one is ever going to care. No one will ever care enough to listen, to understand. People just want you to shut up and stop making them uncomfortable with your existence. So you stay silent, pretending everything is fine, because that’s all you can do. That’s all they want from you.
School wasn’t any better. I was the punching bag for every kid who thought it was fun to tear someone down. I was made fun of for my looks, my speech, everything. One day in middle school, a bully grabbed my lunch tray and shoved it into my face, smearing food all over me in front of everyone. I could feel the eyes on me, hearing the laughter as the kids watched me wipe the mashed potatoes off my face, humiliated and powerless. No one helped me. No teacher stepped in. They all just stood there, watching it happen like it was some kind of joke. It wasn’t even the first time it happened, but it was one of the worst. That moment stuck with me, because in that instant, I realized how invisible I was to everyone.
Even the so-called “guidance counselor” made me feel worse. She would tell me things like, “Just talk to someone,” but whenever I tried, I was met with cold stares or empty words. No one cared. They just wanted me to be quiet and stop bothering them.
Now, it’s worse. I’ve learned not to say anything because every time I try, I’m met with judgment. People don’t want to hear about my life, about how I was treated like garbage by everyone. They don’t care about my past or what I’ve been through. They just want me to act normal, to act like everything is fine, even when it’s not.
The truth is, nobody cares. They never have, and they never will. They only care about themselves. If you’re not useful to them, if you’re not making them feel good about themselves, then you’re nothing. And the more you try to open up, the more they push you away. They don’t want to hear it. They want you to be quiet and fade into the background.
The hardest pill to swallow isn’t the pain from my past. It’s realizing that no one is ever going to care. No one will ever care enough to listen, to understand. People just want you to shut up and stop making them uncomfortable with your existence. So you stay silent, pretending everything is fine, because that’s all you can do. That’s all they want from you.
