• I close my eyes and I can still hear the screams.
    My nights are sleepless and full of uneasyness.
    I try to block the images reoccuring in my mind but my efforts are useless.
    They always seem to imbed themselves in my dreams, no, within my nightmares.
    The act is tough living on as though I'm not phased.
    Yet somehow everyone close to me can see through the mask as though it were a pane of glass.
    I'm a soldier, and I've been to war