This is a daily occurance... but only on mondays

I hate listening to you
My first reminder that I have only had 4 hours of sleep

I don't like wearing you
You remind me of a year unable to forget

I hate driving through you
The gates to the base where I relieve mortars and dead soldiers in my head

...

I'd rather be in Iraq
At least I was a Soldier there
At least I was a hero

...

My brand of crazy was acceptable
PTSD everyday was ok there

...

But here?
I'd rather get hit by a truck on my way to "work"