Growing Fear

You know what the scariest thing to be told as a child is?

You have a genetic predisposition to dying:


Heart disease,


That’s just your father’s side.

As a young adult,

You think

Oh that’s not going to be me.

And only after you wrestled with stopping smoking,

And struggled with not drinking,

Struggling with yourself for one moment of sobriety

So you could finally think level headedly,

Do you realize:


It might be me

Next on the slab.

It might be me

And instead of thinking clearly

I go ahead and take a tab

To alter my reality

Because I felt like I didn’t have access to the tools

Necessary to be cool with the situation

And approach it with a level head and maturity

To get out of this slump of depression

To inspire a nation,

Like I always wanted to.