I’m Perfectly Fine

I’m perfectly fine.
Isn’t it clear?
I’ve said this line
For the past year.

I’m perfectly okay.
As good as can be.
Whatever they say
Doesn’t affect me.

I’m perfectly alright.
Life is great.
I’m as high as a kite.
And I’ve definitely ate.

Maybe I lied.
Maybe I cried.
Maybe I wonder
Should I try?

I’m perfectly broken.
Easy to see.
I’m never content
With being me.

I’m perfectly bad.
Can’t you see?
I wanna die.
I hate being me.

I’m perfectly lost.
Even though I’m here.
I’m at my home
But there’s nowhere for me here.

Maybe that’s true.
Maybe that’s right.
But in the end, all I say is:
“I’m Perfectly Fine.”