Chaucer style: me

There is a girl who dresses all in black
black is her hair that runs strait down her back
black are her nails, so short and so faulty
black are her clothes, never are they haughty
not perfect, of this she is well aware
dealing with her can sometimes be a bear
But there is one more side to this goth girl,
a dancer is she, she really can twirl
she has a great passion for all of the arts
believe it or not she does have a heart
she is so kind, though you wouldn’t have known
she puts animals lives before her own
a vegetarian is she since may
allergic to veggies like somee to hay
sometimes she is bewildered by her life
her pain causes her to pick up a knife
she has many a scar from her bleak past
down into the darkness she has been cast
no one does dare get in this girls way
bipolar is she, moods change by the day
she is sensative to all of your quips
from her eyes a teardrop silently drips
broken hearted she is most of the time
her pain is just the thing to fuel her rhymes
when in public you would have never guessed
in happiness she has herself well dressed
care not, does she, about what you may think
her boat it seems you cannot ever sink
please be kind to her, for you never know
her hatread for herself quickly will grow
responsible you’ll be for this girls death
and she’ll be hurting until her last breath.