IM not the person, my parents think i am.  
Im a writer.  

"I was born with a pen in my hand,
Ink for blood,
And a notepad for skin,
With a new idea shooting up like the wild west,
The adventures pulsing through me,
The words toss and turn like waves,
Washing away the weak,
Grinding pebbles into pearls,
Creating a new world,
Beneath the waters of reality,
I don't remember when it began,
Maybe when I practiced my letters like a sculptor,
My nights never turned to days,
When I had more to say than my mouth could hold,
The mountains of notebooks, only grew
When I began eating paper with a side of pencils
I was born with a pencil in my hand."