To be gifted
Is to be cursed.
I lay upon the stone
My skinny hands.
I peer into the night
As if a ghost.
What it would be like
To be nothing special.
Or at least be, "normal"
Someone unnoticed.
How much would I give
To receive that life.
How easy it would be
To be free of all this mess.
With talent
Comes good and bad.
May not even be worth
The fight with hard fists.
To be left into the shadows
An outcast not spoken of.
Oh what life would be like
I'd thank God everyday.
I'm cursed
With an amazing gift,
And it's eating me alive.
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