When I was twelve years old I spent some time at a shelter for abused children. There was one counselor there who I was actually quite fond of. She had us do this exercise that I will never forget.
She gave us all modeling clay and told us to close our eyes. She told us to sculpt whatever we wanted, but with our eyes closed. In the end, my sculpture felt 100% like a horse's face. You could feel the ears, the flat profile of the skull, the hollows of the nostrils. It was unmistakably a horse, but when I opened my eyes, it was unrecognizable.
We went around in turns, feeling each other's sculptures, and a lot of them you could tell with your eyes closed what it was with absolute certainty, but you couldn't see it.
After this she told us "Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean you can't feel it. No one can know or understand what you feel unless you can find a way to express it to them. Find your own way to express your feelings." And that's what I've been doing ever since then. I've been putting my feelings in to my music, my lyrics and I've been trying to find my own way to discuss the pain that no one can see, that has to be felt.
There is nothing natural about maturity in the physically immature. Maturity comes with wisdom, and wisdom comes with pain. Those of us with the greatest minds have endured the greatest torments.