I don’t see you.I don’t hear.You are invisible to me,like a god who turns His backon the soul that once kneltin trembling prayer. What did I do?I gave.I gave more than I had.Good deeds not for glory,but for love,for you.But you tossed them aside—and crowned my enemieswith laughter and gold. They dance in the light.I wither in shadows.They feast.I fast on fury,a hunger that growsinto bitterness. So I left.Left the noise, the world,the stage I once stood onwith hope in my hands.Now I walk unseen—a ghost in life,wishing to disappearbefore death even knocks. There is fire under my skin—anger that whispers,“This was your fate,your wasted, twisted script.”But I did not…