Lost, but found in poetry.

Daddy daddy,here no more. And life is now knocking at the door. Mommys love can only solve so much,When daddy's not around and not in touch. A little girl growing up feeling so alone, and her only happy release is the pen she owns.with that pen she writes her feelings down. And when she's writing she can't hear a sound. The whole world just seems to disappear. When she is writing she doesn't feels no fear. When she has that pen she doesn't feel as sad. Now she knows how to control her feelings and she's not as mad. This girl was once abandoned,but now as she writes,her whole world is brightened.Who is this girl?This girl is me. I am found, in poetry.