‘I’m fine’ two words I utter,

Roll off my tongue without a stutter.

Carefully rehearsed reply,

While I look you straight in the eye,

My heart perhaps a flutter.

 

It’s not a lie in many ways,

‘Fine’ can quantify many days:

 

From the gloomy winter nights,

To evenings that bring me frights.

 

From the article I saw on the news,

That left me feeling confused.

 

To that child I just saw quiver,

Send my spine a chilling shiver.

 

To the scent that takes me back,

upon my armour appears a crack.

 

From the morning I woke feeling dead,

Unable to escape the voices in my head

 

From the song that engulfed my soul,

Wishing to be swallowed by a hole.

 

From a tickled child’s cheerful giggle,

I’m taken back to when I was little.

 

So yea I’m fine, you heard me right,

But battling inside is an internal fight.