Why can't I be that good?
Write like that?
Be that clever, clear, concise?
Be that fast, funny, friendly?
Why can't he be worse?
Why can't she be untalented?
Why is it effortless for them?
Why am I stuck with the burden of me?
And why, tell me, am I writing this?
Thinking I am less than I am?
And at the same time wishing away that precious gift -
Individuality.
Submitted: May 24, 2012
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