I Was Fine

Just a kind of sad poem. But hey, do I have many poems that AREN'T sad?

I was fine.

All the laces were tied tight
The shoestrings pulled to knots
And the buckles locked in tight.

I was fine.

I was holding myself together
The glue was holding up
Duct tape hadn’t failed yet.

I was fine.

All the walls around were soundproof,
My vest deflected bullets then,
The city gates were holding firm.

I was fine.

Until you pulled the shoestring,
Peeled off the tape,
And knocked down the walls.

I was fine until you asked me what was wrong.

Author's Note

Criticism? Don't just say "OMG I like it :P" Like a goody-two-shoes haha.