u/Every-Button-8546

I HEARD IT.
They were waiting; I wasn't invited.)

Not to me.
Never to me.

Only when I wasn’t supposed to hear.

Soft voices.
Hidden laughs.
Careful words.

But not careful enough.

Because I heard it.

Not from strangers.
From them.

Same smiles.
Same table.
Different truth.

Again and again you return to the same table.
Smiles stay warm. Blame stays warmer.

Fake smiles.
Silent judgments.

In toxic environments you are not attacked loudly.
You are erased politely.

This is social violence.
This is psychological survival.

A short spoken-word piece about fake friends, quiet exclusion, and social blame.

Visuals and music supported by AI tools.

I HEARD IT.

They didn’t know
I was right behind them.

My name
in their mouths
like a joke.

Same smiles.
Same table.
Same lies.

And suddenly—
everything made sense.

I heard it.

I heard it.
Not from strangers.
From them.

Same smiles.
Same table.
Different truth.

And suddenly—everything made sense.

Suddenly they don't greet you.
You're not welcome.
They want you to leave.
They play the silent treatment against you.
Ignoring you at work.

You understand everything, but you still stay
These are not just poems. They are emotional diary fragments.

Sometimes betrayal is loud.
Sometimes it is laughter.

You don’t fight.
You leave.

social humiliation universal trigge
A small, quiet return to yourself.
Art created with my original concept and style. rAInmAInd