Birds still die in your violent silences
no longer sing in the poison of your hatred
losing their wings, their self-esteem
Like me.
It’s scary being always the last person in a row
It’s scary when they make your name swim in blood
It’s scary when you’re forgotten
It’s scary not to be invited to the party
It’s scary to be less appreciated, less loved, less preferred
It’s scary to be rejected
to be dispensed, eliminated, isolated
not loved.
It’s scary being humiliated
laughed at
treated with silence
feeling powerless
crippled by gossip,
always being the third person
alone and isolated.
Life forever without safety belt
it’s very, very scary to be terrorized.