I was doing just fine,
I waltzed into school
With a smile on my face
And stories to tell you about.
Lessons passed and I was happy, I was good,
I sat an exam with confidence,
I sat my lessons with hand raised and
complex answers being said.
Then, I wasn\'t doing fine
My heart was racing.
My head was jumbled.
Myself could no longer take this.
Now, I am not fine
I could cry.
I could scream.
I will compress it.
I will tell you I am fine
But the word fine has two meanings:
Of very high quality; very good of its kind.
Or, very thin or narrow.
I pick the latter.
For I am not fine.
And I will spit this word with venom.
For I am not fine and I feel like I will
Never be fine again.