She Screams

She screams her heart out, screams and screams until she's hoarse. She scream as loud as she can, hoping to let go of all the pain she's feeling, all the pain that is churning and tormenting her sanity. She screams because the anger and disappointment can't be contained anymore. She feels no one understands her or even tried to. She looks around and sees the earth didn't change one little bit to reflect her pain. The weather has decided to shine brightly today as if to mock what she's feeling. She's feeling very much alone despite all the people around her.



In her mind, a thought flashes by. You're alone in your mother's womb and alone in the grave. You're also probably alone in between the two points despite being surrounded by family and friends. Do they really understand you? Family does things because of responsibility. Is there anything beyond that? Friends give lip service to you. Do they really care? When they got back, are you on their mind or do they sigh a relief? And does she think all these because of her present state of mind or is she just confuse?



Whatever it is, her tears keeps flowing like a broken dam. And she screams again feeling so helpless. She knows there are others in this world whose fate is worse than hers. But she feels she's entitled to wallow in self pity for everything she's feeling at the moment. This is the first time she indulges in her feeling. She never thought it would have come to this. She thought she's strong. Most times she has tried to keep a straight face, a strong front. But not today. Today she's going to let it all out like a volcanic eruption and scream all she wants. So she screams on top of her lung, screams and screams until she's hoarse.