You don't and I'll never tell. If you look at me you'd know what's really inside. I may laugh and smile, and you'll think I'm OK. I may act sunny and bright, but really I'm dying inside. I'm sinking slowly into a deep dark trench. I wish begging for someone would show me the sun. To help me battle this thing inside me. My demon! My curse! This thing inside me. All I want is someone to understand. Someone else with my pain, someone with my curse, so I don't feel so alone. I crave to have someone who knows what it's like. Someone who has my demon. Someone who can fight with me.