The Glitch.
You put me in this depressed state of mind,
then you ask me what's wrong.
I look at you and say
I'm fine.
You know it's a lie,
It's the biggest lie in history.
Nobody who says I'm fine
is ever truly fine.
But no one today cares.
They ask for politeness,
they ask cause they know they should.
They don't care,
but I do.
And that's a problem.
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