PTSD

I smile, I laugh, all is good
Birds do fly, birds do sing
Everything is as it should
I'm fine, doing my thing
Triggers pressed, emotions change
Smile is gone, hard to breathe
No longer happy, feel strange
Feeling ashamed, time to grieve
No one understands, the pain
No one understands me
Questioning if I am sane
Why won't they let me be?
Don't they know I need a hug?
Don't they know I need love?
Bring me out from hole I've dug
Please embrace this wounded dove!