Poetic Verses
PTSD
Ever since the war, I've told myself
That from it, I was free
But certain friends insist that I
Must have PTSD.
At first, I simply shrugged it off
But now am not so sure
Especially when I try to hide
My feeling insecure.
I've become the classic loner
Who finds it hard to trust
Which makes me think that I'm perceived
With smoldering disgust.
And I still have anger issues
Once impossible to conceal
Though even now it seems a task
To stay on even keel.
On occasion, I awaken
Sitting bolt upright in bed
Less frequent now, but nonetheless
Brought on by nameless dread.
I stay away from crowds these days
Being around them is a chore
And when I'm at a restaurant
Must always face the door.
Sudden pops and bangs distress me
Even though they pose no threat
Because they bring back memories
I'm trying to forget.
Yes, it seems I have the symptoms
And at times, tend to agree
With certain friends who say that that I
Must have PTSD.
That from it, I was free
But certain friends insist that I
Must have PTSD.
At first, I simply shrugged it off
But now am not so sure
Especially when I try to hide
My feeling insecure.
I've become the classic loner
Who finds it hard to trust
Which makes me think that I'm perceived
With smoldering disgust.
And I still have anger issues
Once impossible to conceal
Though even now it seems a task
To stay on even keel.
On occasion, I awaken
Sitting bolt upright in bed
Less frequent now, but nonetheless
Brought on by nameless dread.
I stay away from crowds these days
Being around them is a chore
And when I'm at a restaurant
Must always face the door.
Sudden pops and bangs distress me
Even though they pose no threat
Because they bring back memories
I'm trying to forget.
Yes, it seems I have the symptoms
And at times, tend to agree
With certain friends who say that that I
Must have PTSD.
