First, it was drawing. I wanted to be the best. I spent hours on my floor with my sketchbook, Filling it with broken humans. But then, I abandoned it.
Next, it was baking. I wanted to be the best. I spent hours in the kitchen with my cookbook, Making a recipe of disaster. But then, I abandoned it.
Finally, it was poetry. I didn't want to be the best. I didn't want anything anymore. I spent hours at my desk with my notebook, Pouring my shattered heart onto the paper. But then, After I had tried so hard, And given so much, It abandoned me.