PTSD is what I got from the past
These last 4 decades have gone too fast
Can't keep struggling in this fashion
Self pity and depression shouldn't be my passion
But I cant get rid of these intrusive thoughts
My behaviors I have internally fought
With years of family inflicted trauma
Along with that comes illness and drama
Anxiety pronounces its arrival
Therapy and friends are my survival
I'm a damaged girl
In this crazy messed up world
You don't really know me
Only I choose what you see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem