I Swear I'm Not Fine

My life is an ocean wave.

Tossed and turned,

Bath and forth.

Upside down and sideways.

I can feel the push and pull of my brain like the air in my lungs;

Like the waves on the shore.

But it's not warm here.

There's no sand in my toes.

The water fills me up until I'm choking; gasping.

Clawing at my chest in desperation to breathe.

Why can't I breathe?

I walk the streets and converse in the same sickening exchange,

"How are you?"

"I'm fine, how are you?"

But I swear I'm not fine.

I'm not fine. I'm not fine.

My life is an ocean and I'm begging to drown.

Just ask me one more time.

I'll be fine.