No this post isn’t about ice cream.
It’s about all the wrong things which makes me want to scream and which actually makes me scream.
It’s a symbol of my frustration. It’s an evidence of my feeling of helplessness and abject apathy to the complaints of a fellow human being.
The first time I screamed at the top of my voice, marked the beginning of the end of my farce of a marriage.
Then I screamed whenever I was being compelled to do something I didn’t want to do.
Also my mom’s taunts that I deserved to be a failure made me scream
Then I started screaming for my voice to be heard against all wrongs at the workplace.
I screamed yet nothing worked, my voice wasn’t heard.
I don’t want to scream, infact I don’t like to scream.
But the unfairness of it all makes feel like scream – in trains when pushed and shoved, in workplace when facing chameleonscue co-workers make me scream and want to scream.
Yes I scream
Yet my voice isn’t heard