Combat Zone
I am fed up
And I am scared
I don’t understand this at all
I don’t deserve this, and it isn’t fair
Why is this happening to me?
Why can I not find the answers I am looking for?
Just when I think things can not get any worse
The next ones comes along and it is worse than the one before
Medication works on certain days
Then it’s like I am on my own
Everyday and night
It’s like my body is in a combat zone
Sometimes they are barely noticeable
Other times, I am almost thrown to the floor
I do not remember getting drafted
But I am diffidently fighting a war
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