I tried so hard to find myself, but me I cannot find,

No more thoughts on where to look, I think I'm losing my mind.

I have no talent, I'm not good at things I do,

"Practice makes perfect" they say, but oh, only if they knew.

Everyone has a talent that they love and share,

But me? I struggle to just brush and tie my hair.

I can't find my place, I'm drifting away,

I can't find any more reasons for me to stay.

As I write, I know I'm terrible at it,

I write these last words, and then I quit.