You don't understand.

Deep breaths. Count to ten.
Yoy don't understand that it won't give in. It's stronger than me, and I've tried to fight, but everytime I see a dark clout, my joy turns to fright. It isn't a little fear, not even close.
The funny thing is, I don't know what scares me most. People get fed up, tell me to stop, but I can't just wipe up these thoughts will a big mop. Nobody knows what I'm going through, they think they do, but we all know it isn't true.
I can't get over these, so stop pretending like I can. It's simply three words; you don't understand.