I guess I just have a talent
A talent that no one else has
The talent of making myself suffer
Of turning every single thing into a bad one
every single moment into misery, even when it's joyful
Making every smile shed a tear
Ending the longest day so soon
Making every song a nightmare
Being jealous of everything, of everyone around me
Never seeing that I have, and always what I don't
Letting people step on me, make fun of me, hurt me, break
me
And how do they even dare?
And why is it like this?
And who ever thought that a talent could be so painful?