People see me as an average teen,
But there is a part of me, which is unseen.
The one who is dying inside,
The one who wants to permanently hide.
The one who is a victim of the brain,
The one who is drowning in pain.
Struggling to survive,
Though I don't want to be alive.
Every single day, I am handling this fight,
Don't know when I am going to see the light.
