How Are You
How are you?
They form the question casually on their lip, it only takes a second to let the inquiry slip.
Can’t you hear my voice? Why can’t you tell?
What do I have to do to make the world see, I’m no longer in here, that I’m no longer me?
We walk through our day to day as some sort of shell, each of us hiding our own personal hell.
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