Everyday Iâ??m faced with the question,
Sometimes asked with genuine affection.
How can I tell whats on my mind,
Answers to questions alone I canâ??t find.
How do I know if they see the truth,
By looking at me theyâ??ll see no proof.
They canâ??t see my withered soul,
Lying there black as coal.
Comments on bangles of glittering green,
Tattered skin remains unseen.
What would happen if I answered honestly,
Would you stay and take responsibility?
Maybe youâ??d turn and walk away,
Leaving me in my personal decay.
So when you ask how are you?
Iâ??ll lie and smile and look right through you
