Youre Doing Fine.

Please give my some feed back if you like this poem or not! It's not the same way I usually write....

The doctor says that Iam fine,
"Youre doin fine"
Yeah thats right.

I been acting like a spoilt brat for all my life,
And I picked up a knife, Felt it was nice,
Yeah it was nice.

The doctor says that i am fine,
"Youre doin fine"
Yeah thats right.

Turning into the character I portrayed,
Now I can't seem to get away
From the pain, Will it change, Will I be okay?

The doctor says that I am fine,
"Youre doin fine"
Yeah thats right.

Get away, the thoughts in my head,
Screaming, yelling, Saying I'd be better off dead,
Can't get away from these feelings I dread.

Can't help myself, Don't wanna help myself,
Neither can you, Or anyone else

Cos

The doctor says that I am fine,
"Youre doin fine"
Yeah thats right.

There's nothing to cure,
It's all made up in my mind,
I'll be feeling fine, Just give it some time, He said.