When the World Turns Quietly Cruel

When everything in your orbit starts to shift strangely,
And the still air whispers things it never dared before—

When glances from the corner of the eye feel sharper than words,
And silence becomes louder than screams—

When the ones you called your own trade loyalty for convenience,
Leaving echoes where once stood warmth—

When the sweat of your soul goes unnoticed,
But the dust of a single delay becomes the headline—

When you're held up against others like a broken mirror,
Each shard reflecting someone you're not meant to be—

When your dreams are ridiculed, your voice dismissed,
When laughter becomes a blade rather than balm—

When your very being is put on trial without witness or reason,
As if your light offends the ones still cloaked in shadow—

When the world conspires to dim your brilliance,
Not because you’ve failed—but because you dared to glow—

When strangers craft your story without reading a page,
And paint your soul with shades they’ve never even known—

When betrayal comes not from enemies, but from hands you once held,
And love is returned in pieces, like a promise abandoned—

When your children, once your heartbeat,
Now look at you and ask: What have you really done for us?—

When every question feels like a blade you must swallow,
Even those dressed in ignorance, laced with cruelty—

Then know—
You are not weak for feeling,
Not wrong for dreaming,
Not lost for stumbling.

You are simply rising in a world that prefers you kneeling.
A soul like yours shakes comfort zones,
And some only mock what they secretly envy.