On Wednesday I was shouted at
By a man who claimed to be
The nicest and kindest man I knew.
He said his age was the reason I should respect him
I hadn’t had as much life experience
And he would not be spoke to by someone of my age.
I never raised my voice at him.
I began to have a panic attack
Because this man continued shouting
Questioning why I was here
If I was ill sometimes.
He told me “not to cry”
While I felt my throat close
And head prepare to explode.
I was shouted at for having a panic attack
But was having a panic attack because I was being shouted at.
After many insults on my generation
And digs at my gender
I have bitten my tongue
Till it’s nearly dropped off.
I don’t want to be silenced anymore
About the Creator
Peggy Butler
A teen British girl who spends her time rambling and scribbling her emotions through pen and paper.
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