A small thought of doubt and fear that grew,
Embedded deep within my mind like a tattoo;
Trying to be happy while the inner turmoil hurts,
Different ways to conceal it only makes it worse.

Jumping from one thought right down to the next,
Maybe this will be my final signal of distress
So instead I go into the world everyday to forget
All the pain from the past I don't want to resurrect.

My mind is a house, with walls made of stone
Make sure no one can get in, I just want to be left alone
Keep all the curtains closed and all the lights off
Don't want anyone to come to the door and even knock

Put on a joyful smile, even if I'm feeling down
Can't show the people how you feel, not one frown
Feeling like I am spiralling all out of control
Can't seem to find the end to my self-made hole

As I sit back and let these thoughts linger
I can only hope that one day someone points a finger
To expose to the world the battles really going on
In the mind of a teenager, 18 years strong