You'd ask about my day,
I didn't know what you were expecting me to say.
You'd ask about school, if it was plain
And here goes that urge to explain.

You'll check up on me every day
From January to December and much more in May.
I didn't know if I was to think
That you were only being nice; not to confuse your blink.

And yes, that's what society has taught us
That attention and kindness...