I'm fine, really.
You may not believe me.
I write out my woes and they seem insurmountable,
but that's because sadness is so much easier to write.
So yes, I'm fine.
Really.
Ignore my depressing stanzas and tear-filled rhymes.
They don't mean as much as they look like they do.
I'm fine,
trust me.
There isn't as much pain here as there appears to be.
I have good grades and a loving family.
I'm fine,
it's just me.
I'm the only demon in my head,
this voice comes naturally.
I'm fine,
I admit it freely.
It has nothing to do with the shadows
when I say these poems come easily.

To those who may be concerned,
I'm fine. I am. Really.
It's just sometimes...
No, I'm being silly.
I'm fine.
I'm really just fine.

h.f.m.