Everyone has a talent. Whether it be practical or not, Pleasing or not. Everyone has a talent. And sometimes that talent is just Not good. A talent for being impeccably rude, A talent for ******* up relationships, A talent for making people hate you, A talent for spitting out gibberish when someone asks, "Why are you sad?" Everyone has a talent. But when people look inside themselves, And see the talents they never wanted, They fake another. They learn to carry a note, Play an instrument, Draw a picture, Write a poem. But inside they know, We're not good.
Been a long time since I posted. Sorry if this ***** D: