Learning to cope

I went to the desert to fight
But when I came home, I wasn’t quite right.
The things that I saw
Made me want to withdraw
I quickly became an anti-socialite.
 
I am always so very moody
And depressed and very broody.
I take all the pills
I hate how it feels
They have turned me into a nasty cootie.
 
I don’t ever want to go anywhere.
I always stay home and I just sit there.
More than a sociopath
Don’t even take a bath
I’ve become a dirty louse in underwear.
 
It’s no one’s fault but my own
Because I have already been shown.
Better ways to cope
That would give me hope
But I would rather just be left alone.

I know that I’ve become a lout.
I wish someone would just come drag me out.
Be bold and crass
And kick my ass
And leave me without a doubt.
 
That I am being such a shortsighted fool
And I’m acting like a simple minded tool.
Should think of my wife
And all her strife
And quit being so selfish and cruel.
 
There are groups out there for people like me
To help me get to where I need to be.
Need to take step one
It might even be fun
Social interacting with others is key.