Middling

Inspired by "I'm Fine" by sadsmile

Fine, I say and step away
not knowing how much longer I'll fall slave
to hatred. For here, in May,
gotten infirmity from being brave.

Reflected back to me
I stare; oh how I've changed! Oh how I hate
to look at myself and see
the natural arroyo that's my fate.

The treachery this lie brings
compacts me and I know it's a sign
that these emotional swings
are all a part of not being fine.

The End

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