Disbelief

I told my 5th grade teacher:
"No he didn't sign it, but he read it. I have the imprint on my back to prove it."
But she just walked away.

I told my counselor:
"You don't understand, I'm afraid to go home."
But she just told me it can't be that bad.

I told the police:
"He pushed me up the stairs."
But he said my life wasn't in danger so they couldn't help.

Maybe I just need to stay silent.

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