Being a total mess,
With everything upside down,
Not having any explanations,
She’s is lost in herself.
Hair isn’t cared,
Clothes aren’t ironed,
Cupboards look like dumping place,
Room is covered with books and pens.
Everything seems ignored,
She’s a non-studious girl,
All day spent in some Foreign books,
Well, everyone’s fed up, but she isn’t.
She isn’t intelligent,
She isn’t that smart,
But there’s a different kind of a light,
In her that always sparks.
Everybody is tired,
Of this messy girl today,
But tomorrow when the star shines,
Will they understand and appreciate.