Fixed? Poem by Jon Edward Walker

25 and shattered,
beaten many times in drunken quarrels
broken by the army,
left skittish,
afraid and humiliated.
now a shell covering a shell
armored only with lies
of how great he was
and what he almost could have been.
Lying to anyone who'll listen
about what he
can be.

concussion by a roomate,
criminal charges by all 4 pacific northwest states
(plus wyoming)
public humiliation by Father
shunned by grandparents
broken knuckles by wall
restraining orders by ex-girlfriends,
broken collerbone by brother,

and the VA prescribes $1200 a month,
enough pills to sedate a horse,
sympathy,
compassion,
a patient number
and sedation.

Fixed.