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