Don't judge what you see

     
       I have PTSD


Though you may never see
The wounds inside of me
I suffer them each day
With words I cannot say

The tears fall to the ground
When no one is around
And they sing out a song
About times that were wrong

In the midst of a crowd
That is boisterous and loud
I shiver and I shake
With a smile that I fake

If only you could know
The hurts that are below:
The memories and that pain
That still linger and remain

Don't stand there and stare
With your judgments so  unfair
For you will never see
The memories that made me...