Phased Out
Not ghosted,
Not erased—
Just slowly faded from the frame.
Like background noise
When the conversation shifts.

I was never the center,
Never the spotlight.

All those fights—
Not for anyone,
Just me shouting at the void,
Just me proving I could bleed and still move.

I achieved.
Despite it all.
Without them.
Beyond the common sense.

Now I watch the scene blur.
Phased out from people
Who never saw the full picture.
Phased out from existence
That once called my name in whispers.

Phased out from my own department—
Chairs shuffled, titles redrawn,
As if I was a guest who overstayed the hallway.

Or overstayed my presence among aliens.

Or maybe I’m nonconformist all my life.

Or is it the reason of phasing out.

But maybe
Fading is not failure.
Maybe
This silence is my soft victory.
Not gone.
Just elsewhere.