I'm Fine

[Guy Farmer]

(This is my first poem posted here, and is the first in a series of acrostics that I may or may not continue. Any thoughts are welcome, as I'm only 15 and still working on writing).

I keep it hidden, boiling, festering
Melting away my soul.
Finally, I succumb.
It's been going on forever, and it will
Never go away.

Everybody knows, but I still say it.

I like the sense of containment and resignation, and what might come next. Good job.