I'm fine...
The phrase curls down my spine
like a snake to the vine;
strengthening my pose.
Over time the marble
lie I've chiseled stands stout
and proud; a hero to the crowd.
Years turn forgotten from that very lie,
so I carve at my skin
with a thought I needn't forget.
To immortalize the truth
I keep coward within..
I'm fine,
but I'm not.