What's her name?

You can call me what you want,

But you’ll never forget who I am,

The girl who did life without giving a damn,

About the ones who tried to break her heart,

Because she knew it was their own form of art.

The few who disapprove making fearful noise,

As if my mind and body are in their collection of toys.

Truth be told, I’m doing just fine,

Laughing and creating with a glass of wine.

A vision bigger than you and me,

I’m doing things in this world that simply need to be.

Turning pain into beauty although subjective,

It’s time to get down to the main objective.

We suffer the same, you don’t believe that to be true,

I’ll keep being here so you can hate me for loving you.