The short intake of breath
The wince when taking steps
The cloud of general confusion
Formed from absorbing tears of tramadol
And all the while they ask me
How are you?
Voices that penetrate my skull
Grind at the ringing in my ears
The doting souls that look but do not see
Those that ask questions but do not care for answers
Through gritted teeth and plastic smiles the world has my answer
I am fine.