How are you?
Bet nobody asked you that in a while
Bet it's because you think you're invisible.
Or because everyone's to busy worrying
about themselves. But I care, about you.
I see the smudged make up, I see the way
your smile never touches your eyes. I see
the way you stare at the wall, thinking about
everything. I see the way your friends treat
you, but you act as if it doesn't bother you.
I see your disguise. I see how hurt you are.
So honestly, tell me right now.
How are you?