Unseen Wounds

They think I don’t notice.

The little jabs, the fake jokes, the sideways comments meant to cut me down in front of others.

I notice everything. I just don’t react the way they want me to.

See, weak people feed off attention. They need a crowd to validate them. That’s why they perform their insults like cheap entertainment. But I don’t play into that game. My silence makes them nervous. My calmness exposes their desperation.

I don’t need to defend myself. I don’t need to clap back. The ones who matter already see the truth—and the ones who don’t, never mattered anyway.

When someone tries to make me feel small, I let them reveal who they really are. And while they’re busy performing, I’m busy elevating. While they’re laughing, I’m building. While they’re loud, I’m focused.

That’s the Sigma way:

I don’t chase approval.

I don’t bow to cheap ridicule.

I don’t shrink to fit their narrative.

I rise quietly. I grow silently. And by the time they realize I was never small… it’s too late