All the time you are afraid of everything, of everyone.
Fear of dying and leaving her alone, fear of what they will say, fear of you.
How far am I able to go?
You constantly ask yourself.
When will all this end?
They say that after the storm comes calm, your days of light, but...
How long will it take for your peace to arrive?
People pass by, they look at you with disgust, others simply cross to the other side of the road and not pass near you.
That stopped hurting you a long time ago, you try to ignore it to not feel like trash, so you don't feel disgusted towards yourself.
The first customer arrives and you react, you straighten your little dress and walk provocatively towards his window,
You have done it so many times that you already do it out of inertia ...