A wish for some sort of talent
My heart is green with envy.
The pride in myself fades more faster than I can make more.
There is always someone better,
Who shows that what I think is a talent I have,
is nothing but an illusion.
Compliments seem wasted on me,
when clearly the person giving them
can do everything I can but better.
I'm just average or maybe less.
Nothing I have can make me one of the best people,
with the many of others
that sit above me.
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littleford94posted on 07/13/2009
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