Hi, it’s me your colleague, your friend who used to serve,
the one that you imagined who had steel within his nerve.
But my scars they go unnoticed, my skin it shows no trace
of things I’ve seen or been through, but look closer at my face.
My body’s strong, I’m still in shape, but if you could read my mind,
you’d see the chains that bind me, that I can’t leave behind.
You’d see the scars of battle, the terror in my eyes,
to you it may seem nothing, that’s because I’m in disguise.
I play the part of coping, sure I’m solid as a rock,
I just keep on going like the ticking of a clock.
I’m that one, that strong one, the joker sure I’m great,
but you don’t know the struggles of this life that I can hate.
There’s things that really trigger me that you don’t understand,
simple things that make me stall, that make me need a hand.
So if sometimes I’m different and my cracks begin to show
please understand I’m struggling more than you can ever know.
