I'M Fine Poem by Mel. D.

I'm the kind of person who will say
As my head rolls down the corridor,
'Yeah, I am doing pretty okay, '
While I watch my body hit the floor.

My head finally stops at a door
And faces heaven's silver line.
I beg for help from my Savior
No longer pretending I'm fine.

I can't bear this burden of mine,
Wondering if I pray in vain
As I beg my God for a sign.
But for now I endure the pain

While I watch her wicked smiles
As her words kicks me many miles.