you'll never get that thrilling rush of fear when walking down the streets,
eyes scanning every inch of the path,
heavy breathing, shaking, on the verge of a panic attack.
head full of possibilities, half bad and the other half worse
counting the steps to get home, recovering that feeling of safeness once you get there.
keys gripped tightly around your hands, just in case
always alert, just in case
starting walking fast, just in case
you phone your mom, asking for help 'cause you are extremely scared
you are only three meters away now, and you start breathing again
you finally open the door, looking sideways just in case someone has been following you again
you enter home, scared to death, taking big breaths
"Did I really make it? I'm really home?"
you text your worried friend, "Everything is okay"
you sit in bed, and you try calming yourself down
later on the night, you think of having to do it again the following day
and you think about how unfair it is, not being able to walk freely ever again
you'll never get that thrilling rush of fear when walking down the streets
just because YOU are part of the problem why we can't openly walk down the streets
