Even if no one reads it

I can’t write in here It’s too loud Too much is going on I can’t concentrate I want to write A beautiful Amazing poem But I can’t I can’t find the right spot It’s either to loud or too quiet I have writers block Even though I’m not a writer But I want to be I want to write amazing stories Next to all the other great Great writers of our time But I’m just a lonely girl None will so me as a writer If I write all the time But no one sees it Can I still be a writer? Even if no one reads them I still write them In hopes that one day Someone will find me and I will then have a list of Stores and poems to give them This one will be in there Because in my book I’m a great writer Even if no one reads it