From the outside it may not look like a prison.
From the outside I look like everyone else.
No barbed-wire topped walls.
No guard towers to prevent escape.
They aren't needed. The walls stretch.
When I move, they move.
Always keeping me inside.
Sometimes even from the inside I get confused.
And hurl myself blindly against the walls.
But the walls stand.
I am so tired of this prison of PTSD I live in.
From the outside I look like everyone else.
No barbed-wire topped walls.
No guard towers to prevent escape.
They aren't needed. The walls stretch.
When I move, they move.
Always keeping me inside.
Sometimes even from the inside I get confused.
And hurl myself blindly against the walls.
But the walls stand.
I am so tired of this prison of PTSD I live in.