POST TRAUMATIC STRESS

I know it isn't pretty
It's painfully hard to see
It's difficult to talk about
Post Traumatic Stress and me
People don't always understand
When they ask you how you are
They're trying hard to be polite
And not stare at your beautiful scar
I have tremendously beautiful days
And others: Well, not so good
Only God knows how hard I fight
To keep going on, to do what I should
Post Traumatic Stress is silent
You do most of the fighting from inside
I try to be brave, be positive
But sometimes my mind can't decide
I stare out of my window
I feel like I'm on the outside, looking in
Sometimes I feel so trapped inside
I want to jump out of my own skin
I choose to face my challenges
And be creative in some way
I tell myself; You can't give up
Tomorrow begins another day