I'm telling you that I am fine

As here I walk upon the line.

Like spiders held above a fire

I tremble with the live desire.

If life is hard

Then find a bard

To share your woes and cries

I will not share my sighs

For others think they are mere lies

And laugh at me, a foolish child.

So I hide in lies so wild

I'm called a calm calm child

But child I'm not

Though once they ought

To have seen the child I would have been, but for naught.