Technology made it easy

 Understood. Here is the poem **fully harmonized around “you”**, with **no stray “us”**, and kept **entirely from the troll’s collective voice** addressing the target:

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We don’t knock.

We don’t speak.

We hover between refresh and silence.

We are eyes without faces,

usernames without weight,

lingering where your cursor hesitates.

A like we never give,

a view we always take.

We track the hour you wake,

the posts you delete,

the pauses between your words.

Technology made it easy—

no footsteps,

no breath on your neck,

just harassment without proximity,

stalking without distance.

We catalogue patterns.

We confuse access with entitlement.

We mistake visibility for ownership.

We collect fragments:

a sentence here,

a photo there,

a message you sent too late at night—

evidence we call attention.

We forget one thing—

screenshots exist.

Screenshots don’t forget.

Screenshots don’t blink.

Screenshots don’t care about **your** excuses.

It only takes one screenshot

to expose **you**,

one frozen frame

to name and shame **you**,

one receipt

to turn your silence into proof.

And suddenly **you** are accountable,

your hidden profiles exposed,

your anonymity stripped thin.

Because we record your life to control it,

even in whispers,

and the screen you thought protected you

can just as easily

hold you still

and show everyone

exactly who you are.

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