BeAuTiFuL dIsAStEr, the truth Options

[hurtabit]

okay so i no alot of you dont me but heres a great way to find out! ill write this poem to explain a few things see if y'all can relate.

grew up on a lonely farm
less family to be found
lots of people came and went
none want to stay around
forgotten child
hidden in the corner
scars and tears are all she knows
lost loves broken heart frogetful mind
pretty face with abroken mirror
longing for a expression
so she writes and writes
pen as another limb
cigarettes and friends
pictures and books
a nerd to all
smart to few
forgotten to most
family doesnt seem to care she left
fell in love early with the man of her dreams
he was taken by a car
which he ran into atree
she lives a awkward life
few people will even care
when she dies no one will even know she was there
know she loves a man
who loves her back
her hearts still in peices
she wont get back
some think shes crazy
others think she brillant
i think im different
but the truth is
writing
poerty
photography
painting
singing
playing
strumming
drumming
laughing
caring
sleeping
eating
that is me
who are you?