I'm fine

I'm Fine.

I'm Fine.

You know something is wrong

I can't hide it anymore.

I'm Fine.

What do I tell you?

I don't know whats wrong.

I'm Fine.

She says its the keyword 

for something isn't right.

I'm Fine.

I feel like my brain is bursting

and won't stop churning.

My hand is like a velociraptor

violently clawing  the words and thoughts

viciously onto the page

as if desperately clawing out

a cave to weather the coming meteor storm.

I drive faster as if my little

Civic can somehow escape these

uncomfortable, manic feelings

of what must be borderline insanity.

Scratch, scratch, scratch,

little raptor claws.

Am I not Fine?

Certainly nothing is wrong but my swirling thoughts

and shaky hands saw otherwise.

something feels wrong

and I am desperate to feel fine.

I don't care if its the blue pill

or the red pill morpheus

just make it stop.