She was told,
There is always something special about what people hold
Talented people who are perfect at their job,
And they have a talent that no one can rob
She thought she too had something precious,
Something inside her waiting to be discovered
Tried to get it all out,
But ended up soon
Because she was a moon,
Who needs sun to sparkle at night
Just like that, she had no light,
No talent and no beauty,
Rough and scattered personality
She is losing faith in herself day by day,
Losing every single reason to be gay
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
She was told,
There is always something special about what people hold
Talented people who are perfect at their job,
And they have a talent that no one can rob
She thought she too had something precious,
Something inside her waiting to be discovered
Tried to get it all out,
But ended up soon
Because she was a moon,
Who needs sun to sparkle at night
Just like that, she had no light,
No talent and no beauty,
Rough and scattered personality
She is losing faith in herself day by day,
Losing every single reason to be gay
Over thinking ruins personality. But what if that's the only thing you are good at?
