Whenever I try to bare my soul, I stop myself.
I begin describing my thoughts, fears, past;
And I realize I'm describing neuroses.
I stop myself, not because I'm sick,
But because I'm not.
I'm actually fine.
I'm generally happy.
I get bored more often than upset.
When I do get upset, it's usually for someone else.
So I feel baring my soul would be less honest than "I'm fine."