Echoes of the Mind

My life is in danger now because of the parents. I am messed by their behaviour.

They handled me badly.

It destroyed me. I was fed up with their teaching.

In school days they never allowed me to make friends. I wasn't allowed to do anything I want. But I was happy because of my friends. I was happy, even though friends  

talked against me. They thought I was destroying their happiness. But they were my happiness. Sometimes I was left alone. But I never bother about it. After the completion of exam, sometimes none accompanied me. It's painful but I tolerated it. 

In college everything seems different. New 

Atmosphere, friends and environment.

My parents never allowed me to enjoy at my relatives wedding ceremony. I was allowed to keep quiet. When relatives came to home,

I wasn't allowed to talk. Now my orginality bega to fly as feathers. I lost my past.

At classroom I became a waste paper.

Any criticized me. It killed me. Friends too used abuse words.

At office too I remained silent. I could not able to trust human, because of their ill behaviour. I remained silent, while others enjoy. I began to hate celebration. Celebration seemed to be mad. I lost everything.

As a lover, I wasn't able to fulfill her needs.

I can't express my feelings for her.

But I love her. She alone understood me.

Got married. But still my heart was itching because of the way I was brought up. I hate to chat with people. So I hate my relatives.

I just smile at them. I have no stories to share, what will I talk to them. If they question me, I would clench my teeth in anger. 

I doesn't want to hurt them, so I left the place.

As a father of my son, I doesn't want him to suffer as me. Echoes of my mind remains the echoes of my pains. Echoes of my mind becomes my candy. I doesn't want my son suffer. Though I couldn't enjoy the world, let him enjoy it.

Whenever I tried to enjoy they abused me, with harsh words. This physiological trauma stopped my growth. I tried to change many times but I can't. I tried to change for her, but I can't. I die myself by the echoes that come from my mind. I suffer every moment, when others smile. Trauma of childhood is a serious scar unable to cure.