Ghost of a Thought

"did you take your meds today?"

I fucking hate it.
That seemingly innocuous phrase uttered under the guise of "casual conversation",
catastrophically crashing through my train of thought,
and piercing through the pieces of my pitiful pride.
A reminder that I am less than without the cacophony of anti-everything disintegrating in my aching stomach,
as if I am some damsel in distress and my knight in shining armor is sertraline.
You call it concern, but it feels so fucking condescending.
I am a fledgling in your nest that you refuse to let fly.
Please, just let me take that leap.
For once, shut your mouth and let me thrive.

{July 5th, 2021}