My daily life is forever impacted
But most days are good, it’s not that bad
But little things happen
A bump here or a soft punch there
And people say I’m just being dramatic
Well I’m sorry to upset you but it’s post traumatic
But don’t feel bad, hardly anyone gets it
Unless you’ve lived it, why would you understand it?
I guess I’m glad that you can’t quite grasp it
Because that would mean something bad had happened
To you, a few specific words are just that
For me, unfortunately, it’s a panic attack
I’m not complaining or whining or saying my life’s worse
That’s not true and not fair, you can’t change what happened
It just means that my life looks different than yours
It doesn’t mean my pain is bigger
I just have different hurts and different triggers
