It's messily written, but somehow

It's convey the feeling that have been hide

Far away from good

But she doesn't care

She just hope that one day

Someone will read that messy written poem

About what she's been feeling and hiding

Because real life doesn't give her a chance to convey her own feelings

Too cowards to say what she's been face this whole time

Knowing very well no one would listen

And no one actually care for what's happen to her

So she just write and write

Till the time she couldn't write anymore...