I never learnt to swim

She is just seventeen. Just a teen but is suffering too much to hide. She lives in a facade making everyone around her believe she is living like a beautiful flower. She thinks she can hide her real self behind her cold mask. Thinks she can hide her tears behind those closed bathroom doors. Thinks she can always fake her pain with that heart-filled laugh and sweet smile of hers. Thinks she can hide her scars behind those clothes. She thinks she can hide her sufferings behind that perfect happy perception everyone has made of hers. But she is now tired.