I feel my desires scratching and struggling between my rib cage
Its hard to breath
I feel beneath
Is this what optimism does
Brings you up only to crash harder
To float so high on weak strings
Is this all what being hopeful brings
And empty void where all what was supposed to be
What you were trying to be
Empty
So many why's arise
An ocean of questions about my life
So I sink
Empty and hungry for answers
I sink till there's no light
I sink and I suffocate for breath
And now seems too silly to try and swim

The only concealment I get is you'll get used to it

"this is growing up"

Really ?