Half Bad

I'm alright because tomorrow, I won't have the sweats
No pulse check no train-wreck no feigned crutch no ego stroke
No pinpoint poke or need of a warm eyed infiltration
to cope with the basics
I'm just fine, look at this, because although I can destroy
I can create too
I mean- you too I bet we're good
at both
Everything's OK, since when I hear the bead bell ring
blend solvent and pigment
Intent to balance out the deface/create spray paint
is a mainstay!
it's just like I'm brand new
again- they say its manic but friends are static and
Needs- are free to meet me
I don't have a damn thing to worry about
everyone
Truly, I've seen the cracked face of madness
the lack of taste, I've had this
muttered to myself
"My face is to the rocks again."
It's OK, because I know what it is to be
not OK, to dissolve your boundaries
seeking stars or at least denial
only to be left naked
still afraid.
I want you to KNOW- all is well
tell it back to me please
those words fall short
from my lips..