How am I?

How am I?
I'm fine.
I don't feel like a shell, an empty cave,
I don't wish that I could be more brave,
I don't pray for a hand my soul to save
I'm fine.
I don't stay up embracing the black of night,
I don't feel that my life is devoid of light,
I don't feel that this misery is anything but right
I'm fine.
I don't hate the blankness behind my eyes,
I don't muffle my hurt, my pain, my cries,
I don't conceal my suffering in a web of lies
I'm fine.
I don't want to escape this provincial life,
I don't want to evade society's sharp knife,
I don't need to run from my struggles and strife
I'm fine.
I don't worry that I'll never be free,
I don't doubt that I'm free to be me,
I don't crave the opportunity to just sit. sit and be
I'm fine.
How am I?
I'm fine.
How are you?