I am fifteen years old, screaming on the inside.
I wonder when I will be happy with my life.
I hear music playing in my head.
I see objects I so rightfully dread.
I want a crowd whom in I can confide.
I am fifteen years old, screaming on the inside.

I pretend to feel secure, and fake that hefty smile.
I feel to be different; I tried to start a new style.
I touch my life long test, a dream I now have lit, but
I worry about my family, and how they will do on it.
I cry when I think about my mom who had died.
I am fifteen years old, screaming on the inside.I understand at this age girls are a waste of time.
I say to myself, the attraction we can't hide.
I dream about being a musician for the rest of my life.
I try to write, and write my songs, and sing with all my might.
Today is the day the sadness will die!
I am fifteen years old, screaming on the inside.