A narrative of an experience

I my past I was a castaway .. I was rejected, despised, even hated .. Many a time I was left alone In solitary confinement Though I never committed a single crime .. They hated me because I rebelled against mainstream ideologies .. When they all laughed at me I cried alone ... Yes I was alone So many times in my life ... .. . When I was alone When there was no one beside me . I prayed .. Like a child I imagined a friend And I named my imaginary friend "God" . I am not being sarcastic I am shedding my tears now I'm merely confessing My experiences Of decades ago And even of now