They were waiting; I wasn't invited.
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.
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