For with every spoken, "I'm fine", a soul cries and pleas, yearning for solace, for someone to see,
Beneath the surface where the darkness lies, even the devil on his throne would pause at this lie,
A veil of falsehood, an Opioid of the day,
With a nod and smile you'll quickly walk away,
Sitting under the trees that are planted in the mind, falling dead from the branches was every spoken "I'm fine",
Books upon Books many unread spells, you've finally found a way to quiet a busy head,
In the shadows, you linger deep within the truth, with piles of covered feelings- a masked multitude,
"I'm fine" is a phrase you will often repeat with ease, yet one small phrase harbours a thousand hidden pleas...
