To the elderly man whom I greeted
That inquired if I was fine
No, I don't think I'm fine
Because if I was
I wouldn't be doing crazy ****
Like beating up someone twice my size
Or jumping off the balcony to see
If I would land on my feet
If I was
I wouldn't be a violent mad raging *****
Who goes around beating them *******

Being fine isn't just about the body
But also the mind
And my mind is a battlefield of stupidity
Where all forms of crazy *******
Fight to the death to crazy *******
Fight to the death to gain superiority
My mind is a prison cell
Caging my conscious within
Bounding it by chains and gags
My mind is a catastrophe circus of
Madness and furious imagination
Imaginations fit not for me
Imaginations that could **** at any given time
Like a ticking time bomb
Imaginations that could tear and terror
Those who got a peak

So, to the elderly man whom I greeted
No, I most definitely am not fine.

I am an open space
Whose boundaries have been torn down
By wicked humanity
Whose waterfall of mercies
Have been stretched beyond its limits
Opinions cursed at and devalued
A space so forgiving
But yet trampled on
With ***** hooves and shoes
Although they were told to walk in barefooted
They leave the wide open gates
Decide to make their own way
By breaking down my walls
Destroying my perfectly laid glass bricks
They hate the inner joy I offer
So they burn down my purple roses
Leaving blood in their wake
They play dragged on games with my patience
My tolerance hanging by a thread
Yet I maintain, keeping my cool
Growing new roses but this black, evolved
Expanding the gates to cover the broken parts of the wall
Making a pathway for those who refuse
To take off their shoes
That much I can do
The waterfall I can not refill
The thread I can not thicken
So they better beware
For I possess poison in my roots
Termites in my branches.