He Is Me and I Am Fine

He is me and I'm ok. I'm really fine, this life of mine, and every face I say this rhyme reflects this picture just in kind. I am smiling, so are they. The outside rhythm keeps in time. The outer me just stays in line. I'm gritting teeth but outside me is always fine, and they can't see if I close my eyes, because they are all a figment of what I see, and when I grimace I'm not right, but outside me wont make a fight. That's outer me, I keep it light. So I remind myself I am fine, and through the trying, through the grind, the happy me, the outer life. It's all just fine, and I can carry on just fine.