Looking at this so called tallent, That i have, I think life may be giving be a hint, That maybe i shouldn't be alive. I write poetry, I feel better sometimes, But then i'm no longer happy, Cause people can write better then me. I lied to katie, When she called, I wasn't crying of what i had read, I was crying about me being worthless. I draw a picture, I then smile, I look around, And i see something lovely unlike mine. I'm going insane, Why should i live, When, I feel like i've lost everything. I told the truth, And now i'm empty, I found people, Who are better then me. I just couldn't tell katie, That i'm sad because of that, Because of this really good poem, That i could never touch. If i give up, On drawing and poetry, There's no point in living, Cause i'm still not happy. I haven't won anything, Nothing that seemed special, I may have won a stuffed animal, But thats nothing. The only thing that keeps me living, Are my friends, I just think i'll never be happy, Ever again. I know most of you feel the same way, I know some of you might have gone insane, I just want to tell you, I'm empty. I've got nothing, I've got tallent, But my tallent is crap Compared to most of you. I do look happy, Thats what everyone says, But this stupid jelousy, Is destroying me. I want to talk, I want to cry in front of someone, But i just can't do that, Cause it will do nothing. I'll still feel the same, But with more pain, There's no reason for me to live, Cause i don't have a purpose. I read a poem, With better rhyming, And everything, I feel so ashamed. I feel sick, I hate love, I can't feel that, I'm not like a dove. This poem may not matter, Thats fine, To most people, My fake self is more fun to be around. I want to write a poem, That is almost as good a shakespeare, But that will never happen, Not in a million years.