They Call Me Catalyst

My clinically depressed father: I’m sure all the people in your generation have anxiety of some kind, between the social media and the video games.

Me: I’m serious, my anxiety is debilitating at times.

My medicated bipolar father: Well you just have to work on it, put yourself out there and it will go away.

I thought the fever would settle in me and I could smile and say I’m okay and actually believe it.

I thought that I would crawl into bed and close my eyes without seeing red.

I open my mouth

only to shut it

without drawing breath

in my lungs

stale air

nothing worth saying.

Find fragments

of sentences

floating

on the surface

of a shallow bath

drowned

If I want to double check something because I’m unsure if you have passed me correct information it’s not an attempt to insult you, the insult is your specialty. To know you are dealing with someone who might have insight and still act like their request is intended as a slight.

Do I think I’m above you? Yes.

It’s the people