I'm not in charge of my own emotions,
my minds consumed by terrible notions.
Love and laughter, hurt and pain,
each of these drives me insane.
I've talked to doctor after doctor
Taken Pill after pill,
yet none of this makes my mind tranquil.
Each and every breath I take,
I pray for this curse to break.
My torment came from my own volition,
leaving me in this terrible condition.
I could of simply said I won't go.
I could of told the recruiter Hell NO!
But I swore an oath and took the test,
and won the uniform of the best.
I worked so hard to serve my country,
and all I'm left with is agony.
Some escape war without a scratch or scar,
but as for me my mind was stretched to far.
Now I'm labeled as one of them,
a causality of war that's trapped within.
Friends are now so hard to find,
as people believe I've lost my mind.
There are many sounds I hear,
that triggers things I've learned to fear.
My dreams are filled with where I've been,
from this nightmare world I now live in.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
(Stantasyland)
