Because you have to be; What problems do you have anyway? You're doing just fine, you know No one wants to hear you complain.
You're doing just fine; You're rotting more every day. You're doing just fine, No one cares what you have to say.
You're doing just fine; There are people who have it worse. You're doing just fine, As long as you're outside of a hearse.
You're doing just fine; You're brain is clawing it's way to your heart. You're doing just fine, As long as no one sees it rip you apart.
You're doing just fine; You're not in pain, you've no problems. You're doing just fine, You're terrifyingly, apathetically numb.
You're doing just fine; You'll last another day, another year. You're doing just fine, Just the same as every one else here.
If you read this, V, know I did consider sending this to you before I posted it for your opinion. I came to the conclusion though that, when I don't post poems immediately, I second-guess them, edit them, and end up never posting them. Best regards, Chaus V.