You are expressive. You cry. You cry it out. You talk. People listen. You talk it out. You study while you study. You really play while you play. You don't understand life that much.
You start getting to know the world. You get a taste of reality. You don't cry anymore. You feel. You don't tell anyone. You hide it. You engrave it. There's a smile on your face. You cannot cry. You lie to yourself.
You know life. You know the world around me. You start to find those feelings you engraved. You cannot find them. You cry. But you cannot cry it out. You want to talk but there's no one to listen to. But you live. You live until your body allows you to.
Don't try to understand life too much. Just live.