I'm fine.

Emotions bottled up never to be found Walls built out of pain and sorrow Fear cementing them together To avoid breaking what likely needs torn down Hidden away, maybe forever, All the torment and struggle and strife Anger and sadness pushed down to the surface Anxieties blooming right and left behind the bleak walls And excuses forged new each day To explain to the world how I'm fine I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm fine! No struggle inside me! Not hiding behind lies of self-deceit Not pushing myself down beneath my own sense of defeat Not dying inside waiting for the rest of me to die in peace Not waiting for a hero to save the day Not pretending I'm okay so no one will worry about me For I don't need them to worry I don't need them to help me I'm fine. The fire may burn, but at least I'm not breaking. The inner battles hurt, but I'm not really dying. The anxieties weigh heavy, but it could be worse. So to answer your question, I'm fine.