Euphoria

My mother is crying.
She thinks I'm mentally ill.
“Is she psychotic?
Is there something wrong
with her brain?”

My father holds onto
his crucifix tightly.
Praying under his breath.
“Lord help my child.
Free her from the demons.”

I watch them carefully.
For once, they are
helpless.
And no matter what
they won't be able
to fix me.