I'm Fine

I'm fine. I'm fine.
That's what you say.
Nothing is wrong.
Just another day.

I'm fine. I'm fine.
No need to ask.
Another smile.
Another mask.

Belonging? What's that?
A place? A face?
A borrowed laugh?
A borrowed space?

You learn their words.
You learn their ways.
You change yourself
A thousand ways.

I'm fine. I'm fine.
You've said it for years.
So nobody asks.
And nobody hears.

And somewhere beneath
The person they see,
A quiet thought asks,
What happened to me?