“No one cares.”
Remember trying to find my homeroom in 3rd grade.
Remember my locker was two times as big as me.
Remember when you had an accident in class.
Remember when everyone asked,
"What do you want to be when you GROW up?"
I was that kid who always answered.
While other kids sat there saying,
"Princess"
"Rockstar"
"Celebrity"
I was the kid that by the time she reached 7
Lawyer was what I wanted to be.
I was the kid with red cards.
Like a psycho on a soccer field,
3rd grade is around the time I started playing.
I always crossed one too many lines.
In the process of trying to show off,
I would fall harder.
I was the kid that by the time she reached 11
Dead was what I wanted to be.
I was the kid with the red flags.
Like a game that had lost a piece,
6th grade is around the time I stopped trying.
I always crossed one too many people.
In the process of trying to show off,
I would fall harder.
Remember trying to find my homeroom in freshman year.
Remember my locker is half of what it was.
Remember when you had an emergency in class.
Remember when your teachers asked,
“What do you want to be when you GROW up?”
I was that kid who always answered.
While other kids sat there saying staring at their phones,
“I don’t know”
“I don’t care”
“I don’t work”
I was the kid that by the time she reached 14,
Loved was what I wanted to be.
I was the kid with red lips,
Like a doll with a crooked smile,
Freshman year is around the time I kept crying.
I always crossed one too many lines.
In the process of trying to show off,
I would fall harder.
Here’s the phrase that made me realize that I wasn’t a kid anymore,
“No one cares.”
Whether it was in 3rd grade trying to kick a ball harder than the other kids,
Whether it was in 6th grade trying to find a lost piece I swear another kid stole,
Whether it was in freshman year trying to look a certain way as the other girls,
There was always a person telling me,
“No one cares.”
Every time I tried to show off,
I would keep falling harder.
The thing I learned,
“No one cares.”