i am not talented.

for i only write amongst the depressed vocabulary
and never touch upon the list of happiness.

my poems are truthful,
they do not lie.

i shan't write about glee,
i should not ruin it,
and i shan't lie.

my poems are identical,
but fraternal.

same topic.
different verse.

but i cannot write about joyous days when they
were days of despair at my hands?

i am not talented.