In several occasions, I experienced being an outsider, the one that was not really part of the group, but involved in the agenda.

Being an outsider is so uncomfortable. Sometimes, I realised that my existence was annoying for the group, but I had no courage to leave them because I was afraid that they would call me too fragile.

I had no choice other than to remain silent, hoping that someday anyone would kindly kick me out officially. Really, being officially no one is better than involved in the group I didn't belong to and treated as an outsider.