We each have our own talents.
Weather it's math or hopping a fence.
Our special talents reflect our personality:
Understanding something quickly or being able to ignore reality.
Some of my talents may raise alarm,
Like watching blood drip down my arm.
But others have talents that are considered normal.
They like gossiping and attending a formal.
Some have talents that are light and airy,
Like imagining the one that they will one day marry.
My talents are deeper and darker,
Like drawing on my skin with blood and blades instead of ink and marker.
Others enjoy talents that cause no harm.
Such as eating ice cream or working on a farm.
Most enjoy the happiness talents bring.
For example when someone dances or even sings.
My talents are sad in fact I usually lie,
I don't tell people that I want to die.
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Poems, By Me
PoesíaIts exactly what the title says, simply poems that I write, sorry they suck.
