Poetry {Mostly Free Verse}

How?

How am I pretty?
When my heart is made out of scars.
How am I smart?
When I'm called dumb.
How am I trustworthy?
When I lie everyday.
How am I normal?
Well that was my point
I don't want to be normal
Because theirs no such thing as normal
And since
There's no such thing as normal
There is no such thing as strange
Because
People are just like snowflakes
No two are
Exactly the same
So tell me
How am I pretty?
Or smart
Or trustworthy
Or normal
How?
You don't have a single
Answer do you
Because I am pretty
I am smart
I am trustworthy
I am normal
But all
In my own way