UNTITLED #934

Trying daily to conform
never able to fit the norm
avoiding crowds as if a swarm
of bees were after me

endless nights of wild rage
my life as empty as a stage
where no actor dare engage
the role of PTSD

No longer wanting on to fight
no longer sleeping for a night
no longer knowing wrong from right
is where I be

unable to decide my fate
and hoping that it's not too late
I wait and sit and sit and wait
for someday to be free