Alienated
Suddenly, I remember that time—
when kindness was absent,
and silence was sharpened into a blade.
They were cruel,
not with fists,
but with glances that erased me,
with laughter that closed doors
before I could knock.
I was being alienated,
slowly, deliberately,
treated as an outsider
in a room I once believed was mine.
He——
with words that cut by pretending not to matter.
She——
with smiles that never reached the soul.
She——
with absence louder than insult.
They named me other,
as if I were a mistake
that wandered into their perfect circle.
But listen—
even an outsider sees the truth more clearly.
Even an alien learns the map of pain
and survives it.
I do not beg for justice.
I do not scream for revenge.
I leave the scales where they belong.
May God give them what they deserve—
not from my anger,
but from His perfect memory.
As for me,
I walk forward
no longer invisible,
no longer broken,
carrying the quiet power
of someone
who endured
and did not become cruel in return.








