No YT likes, comments, and a fucking idiot!

I cast my thoughts into the screen,

A digital room where no one stands,

The silence heavy, cold, unseen,

Slip through the grid like shifting sands.

No quiet likes, no simple grace,

No gentle voice to say I see,

Just empty counts upon the space,

A quiet wall confronting me.

And then a single mark appears,

A line of spite, a foolish frame—

Some past known boy, blind to all my years,

Who throws a stone to dull my name.

He weighs my mind with hollow eyes,

And scoffs at truth he cannot hold,

Mistaking foolishness for wise,

Leaving the atmosphere more cold.

It’s not just numbers on a page,

It’s every year I’ve stood alone,

An old, familiar, quiet stage

Where no one brought a hearth or home.

To feel uncared for in the crowd,

Unvalued through the changing light,

While echoes whisper far too loud

Into the stillness of the night.