Another new feeling.

My house is on fire right now and no one cares. At least not those around me. Honestly, I didn’t anticipate for them to care, but I also didn’t anticipate this “feeling.” And being the queen of empathy, I know as sure as the sky is blue, that I will care, and help, when it finally gets to their house. If I make it that long. Which that feeling has always lived in my body. It’s a very unfortunate lifelong curse. Instilled by the evil I was born into and the catholic guilt of my grandmother. I’m accustomed to feeling abandoned. So why do I feel this way?

Lately I’ve been thinking

Its just someone else’s job to care.

Who am I?

To sympathize?

When no one gave a damn.

XoXo,

Mathilda 🎀