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.