Echoes of the Uheard

My voice echoes into the emptiness — Am I alone once more? Where are those who promised to be mine? You see the smile I wear, but never the pain etched beneath it. You judge my faults, but never seek my intentions. Had I known, I would have never walked this path. Behind the walls—who knows? Perhaps a cunning fox waits, just as betrayal often does. You said you were my family, and I held onto that hope. But now, even my blood feels like strangers. When I told you that you knew nothing, I meant it. You only see the surface, never the storm I carry inside. I am the dark shadow you’ve never dared to confront. The snake? Innocent. It’s you who wove the lies, it’s you who bears the blame.