She could do anything The girl with talents diverse Act in a play No need to rehearse She could write a song You’d be humming All night long She could strum a tune You’d be strumming Strumming along She could do anything She could sing She could do so much So much was not enough When the living got tough There was one thing She could never do That was to love herself The girl with talents diverse Her heart was a stone She was lost, so alone Left on the shelf She could do anything But she could not Would not do anything To set herself free I could not Do anything To make her love me
Sad poem about unrequited love, and the inability to love. Someone loved her and appreciated her talents and wanted her to return that love, but her poor self image destroyed any hopes of happiness for them both