I want to scream. I feel the weight of the chains, invisible but real. A dull thud, a muffled cry. I'm tired of being the victim, the guilty one. Of being the woman, the weak one, the fragile one. I'm tired of being touched, without consent. Of being looked at, without respect. I'm tired of being reduced to a body, an object. Of being treated as if I were less than a man. But the problem isn't just theirs, it's ours too. A system that perpetuates a complicit silence. A veil of hypocrisy, a cloak of shame. That hides the truth, and justice abandons it. I want to be heard, I want to be respected. I want to be free, to be myself. Without fear, without shame, without pain. I want to scream. But they made me forget the sound of my own voice.