“How are you?”
They tend to ask,
“Are you okay?”
But do they really see as they in my presence bask?

See the dried up tears,
I cried long ago,
The now cracked planes that once flowed,
Weeds now left where once flowers blossomed,
A garden now dead and left darkened,
A grave of dead emotion now here lies,
A mind, a heart all feelings do despise,

You don’t really feel or care,
You don’t really know or wish to understand,
You don’t truly want know what I have to bear,
Your imaginary concern just leaves me bland,

Why pretend to want to know my sorrow,
Defend to know this heart that’s hollow,
You’re just another pain,
Another smile strained and
Just more energy from me drained,

“I’m fine.”
A potent deceit I tend to give,
“Yeah, Of course I am ok!”
A tasteful lie they don’t see nor want to,
They tend to believe.