Lost Composure

by Jake Silvers

I sat in comfort not thinking but as I experienced the one thing I shouldn’t have to in my own house. As Rhetoric from family pierced my ears I couldn’t help but laugh; a couple words go much farther than opinions. The moon rises, but the room becomes lighter. The facade of intellect and experience was broken and through analytics, but sanctimonious comments about who I was leaked from his mouth. As his voice became loud I heard footsteps; it was clear my father had left the room. Like a cat backed into a corner, the only solution was lashing out, the authority of a parent competing against someone who better understands his surroundings. The mutual respect of two minds melted to a gross disbelief where I could only listen to the death of humility.

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