You think you have talent,
Uniqueness,
A gift
An instinctive
Distinct
Perspicacious skill with
What so few have made living
An art form reform
When they couldn’t conform
To the unwritten norm
For you’re born in a system
Demanding you work
But in love with a world
That inspires this quirk
Yet requires you keep it
Concealed and repressed
And you can’t pay for food
By describing depressed
Maybe meet someone special,
Who tries to relate
But however wholeheartedly
Fails to equate
What this practiced,
Precocious,
Essential component
That constitutes genuine you
In the moment
Is saying,
Conveying
With their still delaying
To find the right words
To recite as you’re laying
In rest
For the rest of eternity
Was
Just absurdly,
Assuredly
Lacking because