The Frustration

I have a feeling you were told.

Yesterday, you did something you haven’t done in months: you turned the heat on.

It may not seem like a big deal. But it was a Saturday. You always leave the heat off on a Saturday. The bylaw officers don’t work weekends, so you make it a point to leave the heat off because of it.

Yesterday, it was cycling. The way it was cycling indicated you were trying to skirt the rules. It wasn’t cycling with the frequency it should have, considering how cold it was outside. Then it stopped cycling all together.

The ‘dog whistle’ started again, too. You changed the way your playing the whistle, but the fact that you’re playing it again says a lot.

Actions speak louder than words

I know you know what I did.

Every thing you do is being noted.

My nerves may be frayed

My frustrations may be through the roof

My mental health may be obliterated

But I will continue to make my voice heard

Even if the frustration keeps building up

Even if you make sure my frustrations levels stay elevated

I am not your pawn