I tried so hard to find myself, but me I cannot find,
No more thoughts on where to look, I think I'm losing my mind.
I have no talent, I'm not good at things I do,
"Practice makes perfect" they say, but oh, only if they knew.
Everyone has a talent that they love and share,
But me? I struggle to just brush and tie my hair.
I can't find my place, I'm drifting away,
I can't find any more reasons for me to stay.
As I write, I know I'm terrible at it,
I write these last words, and then I quit.
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Poems For The Sad Soul
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