An Alien Called C.A.L.E.

My name is C.A.L.E. I don't know what it means though, it's been on my ankle ever since I became Enlightened. I'm not really of this planet, I'm what humans call an 'alien', I arrived on a ship in my youth. I don't know why I'm here, I don't have any memories before arriving on this planet. My only goal? Live a peaceful life and not get caught by human authorities. I know what they'd do to me, they'd probe and dissect and torture me if they ever found out. I act erratic, I spout nonsense to their ears, though it all makes sense to me and my enlightened eyes.
People may say I'm in a cult or delusional but at least they never say I'm an alien.