When a child throws a tantrum,
he’d cry and scream and wail.
He’d flail his arms and throw himself on the floor.
Like a child I have tantrums too.
But I have grown past the luxury where it is acceptable for me to openly showcase such explosive displays of displeasure and discontent.
So what do I do?
I have to carefully select words that possibly could capture the essence of the disquiet in my heart and mind.
And I pen them down in tears.
This is me,
and I’m throwing a tantrum.
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
When a child throws a tantrum,
he’d cry and scream and wail.
He’d flail his arms and throw himself on the floor.
Like a child I have tantrums too.
But I have grown past the luxury where it is acceptable for me to openly showcase such explosive displays of displeasure and discontent.
So what do I do?
I have to carefully select words that possibly could capture the essence of the disquiet in my heart and mind.
And I pen them down in tears.
This is me,
and I’m throwing a tantrum.
