The question is "How are you doing?"

Immediate answer is "Good, you?"

I smile even though inside I'm hurting,

Because society fears the truth:

I'm not okay.

If one were to open up and say

"I'm really not doing very well"

People would withdraw and back away,

So we hide behind fake happy shells.

We're not okay.

Our first world complaints are frivolous

To third world countries in poverty.

Our daily luxuries are limitless,

While their dishes are hand-made pottery.

They're not okay.

We waste money on pointless wars

Instead of paying our country's debts.

The rich get richer, and poor stay poor:

Sadly, this is our country's vignette.

The world is not okay.