They say we are all good
At one thing.
I look around
to find the guy who's good with numbers
And the girl who can play with colors.
She makes the prettiest art.
I see that person who searches for the truth.
I see the girl who is obsessed with fashion
And the guy who yearns to just help people out.
Looking around
At all these people
I realize
The only thing I'm good at is
Self-Destruction.
I can do it perfectly
without any real effort.
So when they ask me what I'm good at
I'll think, self-destruction.
A mess of decay.
And I will wonder why one day
why I didn't just implode and wipe myself out.