who am I?

I'm sure you'd like to know. So would I.
Everything I've lived for up till now has come out as being worth something, perhaps? and the fact that I think I might have spent my time wisely makes me a believer, does it not? maybe.

So let's go with that. I'm Cara Mia Christelle van Dyk, a believer. 
I write music, play the guitar, sing all day, everyday. when I'm given a pen and a piece of paper I may seem like just a pauper, but with just a hint of insperation, anything really... I'm the wealthiest person alive.

I'm on my own most of the time,and it's strange because I can't stand it. The thought of being left out kills me, but I'd die to be unique? I confuse myself, my friends, my family. I don't know why I'm alive, I don't understand how some people find it easy, but I believe, don't I? I believe I can make every second worth a million dollors, I believe I can out run pain, I believe I'm better than what I'm treated like. 

I believe  I'm beatiful, and I believe anyone who believes is beautiful too.