None of us is as cruel as all of us.

I grew up during the minutes and hours that you weren't looking. Those minutes stretched into days, hours into weeks.
I froze up when you were looking at me, correcting my every mistake. Stagnant.
And then you stopped looking and I realized you didn't care any more. I'm freer now than I ever was before, but sometimes I want to go back to the mental chains of before.