She'll be fine, they say
You're gonna be fine
But what if fine, is simply not mine
To be? Or not, if you catch my drift
I can't see
A way in which fine is appealing
To me, fine is barely even a feeling
It's a void
A hole in which emptiness grows
And the absence of happiness blatantly shows
Even anger and spite are missed in this place
There is nothing but vast open wide empty space in this fine
As they call it
Which I shan't be at all!
I don't want just 'alright' or 'ok' at ALL
I want to be GREAT and FANTASTIC you see?
Or tragically sad would be just fine for me, as I'm
Not one to settle for anything other than
Excellent, terrible, magic, insane
Anything else is too horribly plain
For my brain as it is
In this now present day
So fine and its friends can all go away