Im fine,
I dont need help,
Im good,
I dont need to call the psychiatrist,
I'm awesome,
But i still have urges.

My mind,
Its like a black box,
No way out,
No matter how hard i try to get out,
I can't because the only door it has,
Is chained,
Locked,
And has extra padlocks for safety precautions.

Now and then,
That door opens,
Without force whatsoever,
And i feel neutral,
No saddness,
All my possible worries,
Temporarily gone,
I start walking...