Fine

I am disgusted with the word fine
It never speaks anything but lies
It is a clever front for feeling something real
You can never seem to get past it and deal
With the real issue that lies just beneath the surface
Some common ground would be a great orifice
To the inner workings of the emotions that aren’t just a disguise
To find a better reason than the word that I despise
Let me in past the brick wall that seems to stop me every time
I try to help, I want to be there, but I find I am confined
To this room where nothing is as it seems
And everything of any truth slips into the seams
Of my mind and pries apart the spaces
Letting that word bounce around until all this place is
Is a giant question mark, and I am sitting in the dark
To wonder if the finish will keep taking me back to the start
Of where nonsense meets bullshit and everything in between
Is simply another end to this complicated string
Of emotions that have been summed up in that one ridiculous word
It is the most foolish thing I have ever heard
Nobody is ever fine, people should just tell the truth
Because without that I can never suture or soothe..