"Are you okay?"
They pretend they want to know.
I see right through their façade
But I don't tell them so.
"Are you happy?"
If it satisfies them, then yes.
I can keep to myself,
My feelings, I won't address.
"How are you?"
Oh, don't act like you care.
But if you'd like, I'll pretend I believe you,
Even though it's not really fair.
"What are you thinking?"
Trust me, you don't want to know.
If you did, you'd surely be sorry,
Because my thoughts are black as the crow.
"Are you okay?"
No, I'm drowned by constant stress.
I know that's not what they want to hear,
So I'll just tell them yes.
But that's not what I want to say,
I want to tell them I'm not okay.
I want to fall into a black abyss,
Or succumb to Death's merciful kiss.
I want to tell them to stop questioning me
Before I break down or desperately flee.
I want to be able to feel my core,
Oh please God, I can't lie anymore.
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