No one asks anymore if you're happy
It's socially expected to pretend that everything is okay
But I'm not happy
I say the right things and do the right things,
But they should know
That I only allow myself to cry in my car,
It's the only time I'm truly alone.
That I'm resentful and angry
That I constantly fear I'm running out of time
That I always feel left out.
That sometime I feel so alone.
Yet, not once have I been asked,
Are you happy?
No, I'm not.