go outside and play, i'll call you when dinner's ready

i go into the therapist

for a quick tune up,

an oil change of sorts,

someone to pop the hood

and take a look inside,

and see what 

that ticking noise is.

but the room is crowded.

there's no where to sit down.

it's full of sullen parents with

angst ridden teenage kids

dressed in black,

all of them

staring at their phones

and twitching, legs

shaking, feet tapping.

their hoodies on,

nodding at some music

no one can hear, but them.

when did so many kids 

start going nuts, like we are?