I am not a writer

I am not a writer but here I am tearing pages with my blurry eyes , trembling hands , pressing this pen too hard against the flesh of tender fingertips , I m here with tears in my eyes and ink in my hands , I am nothing , but a 17 years old girl , writting pain through feeble words and screaming in silence  and also getting judge for my silence

 

Smile on my face, tuck away my pain

Sparkle in my eyes , hiding my tears

Sounds of my giggle,suppress my scream

Scars on my skin cure ,but not the cause

Want to say many things but preffer to same

My life seems to be perfect but in reality its all messed up.