I can no longer speak.
The speech that develops in my head,
I cannot let it be free because I am 17
Too young to know what love is.
Too innocent to know what pain is.
Too pure to have experienced pain within my own head and heart.
I am invisible to the naked eye.
At first glance I am happy, content and living but
I am so much more.
My hair inst straight,
My eyelashes aren't curled  
My smile isn't true.
I am not a just 17 years old.
I am me.