Even though it doesn't write well.
Nor capture the things I wanna tell.
I still use it to write.
It's like a bumpy road that leads to a beautiful sight.
It doesn't have a mouth nor a ear.
But it still expresses my thoughts like it could hear.
It always write about me not someone else.
It's surprising how it can know me better then myself.
The pen that I have might not write very well.
But it still expresses all the emotions that I wanna tell

I have a pen and it doesn't write very well.
It doesn't capture all the things I wanna tell.
Whenever I want to write about my happiness in words.
I end up writing about all of my misery that occurs.
Whenever I am sad and want to rant about my feeling.
It reminds me of a time where I would find this situation healing.