I thought I heard "How are you?"

But what I missed was the "really"

My default answer is usually "good"

Because I'm programmed that way, it's what society would expect, it's what I accepted

But then she asked again, "How are you, really?"

This time I knew what she was after

She wanted privacy, not hers, but mine

She wanted to get into my faculties, my membranes, and no one was allowed to do that easily

Because they would then know you for who you are

Behind your smiles, behind your eyes

Whatever hidden would be disclosed

And then your face would shift, and your mind would be ready to open

Is she a friend or a counselor?

Why has she chosen to dismember me?

What I didn't know was she had to restructure what was already structured, to scatter the mess I put together

The lies I called truth, the game-changer story I made up that would wreck me, playing the victim by throwing out my cards

And the truth is, I prefer the clubs and the spades

She wanted to see behind my walls

"How are you, really?" she asked again

"Well... what do you want to know?"

Every part or just the good ones?

The whole series or the best episode?

Will you judge, will you defend?

Will you correct, will you protect?

I am... 

Let's start from the beginning.