Everybody wants to slap labels on me—“trauma,” “unstable, “crazy”—just because they can’t handle what I’m really saying. They gaslight you, pretend they’re “helping,” while ignoring the real shit: disrespecting my service, glad I have dead brothers, calling me a baby killer, trashing my patriotism.
I held my tongue for weeks, got ridiculed in silence. And when I snap—suddenly I’m “toxic.” Funny how that works..
Here’s the deal: I’m not broken. I’m honest.
I’ve carried shame that wasn’t mine.
I’ve been told I’m “sick” for speaking the truth.
That truth hurts, but after the dust settles, it heals.
If my clarity makes you uncomfortable, look in the fucking mirror.
I refuse to live in someone else’s lie.
I won’t be your scapegoat.
I’m done playing it safe—real talk is the only way forward.
You call it “crazy”—I call it clarity. We are not the same.
I was built from fire, shaped by truth, and wired for purpose.
But nobody really gave a fuck!
If you don’t give a fuck, you don’t have any room in my life.
be me
PTSD vet
deal with VA
get lied to, stonewalled, gaslit
have to fight tooth and nail for basic benefits that I earned
watch other vets give up or get screwed
call out the system for what it is– corrupt, bloated, and toxic
some dude flexes that ‘it works for me tho’
I snap
not because I’m wrong
because I’m tired of watching the system bury me & my brothers
I’m just saying what no one else will
it’s not broken– it’s built to break you