Just a poem about a girl thinking she's like art

She didn't exactly knew what she wanted. All she ever did was please the others. "Do as i tell you" "Don't question"
So she rebeled, it was not soon or late. It was the right moment. The moment to find out her way. Slowly. Hardly. But life is hard.
All she knew was that she didn't want to be random. She didn't want to stand out to much. She wanted to find happiness. But in her own away. She craved being different. She loved making a point and fighting for it. She loved attention but also she loved her loneliness. She liked being admired but sometimes all she wanted was her space. She wanted to be like art. Beautiful, eternal, belonging to everyone to see but anyone to keep.
But like art she was also misunderstood...
Judged by her colours. Some would fall for her not even understanding her.. . Some would find her weird.