I can't believe that this, 

This is what you compared to mine. 

  The family shame.

    When we were scared for our lives.

      And you say, it's over.

Ashamed by my weakness. 

No lingering pain.

Not in this moment. 

But wait

What about those clinging demons

Laughing in my sleep as we meet yet again

Hello, my enemy

Slithering, slobbering, tearing from the inside. 

This is the reality of trauma. 

It's a putrid cologne

It's the numb, careless life

The intrusive thoughts in a safe place

My feelings aren't yours to point and laugh at.