Talents

Talents.

Far from perfect.
She say’s it’s beautiful, they say it’s great.
I don’t see it.

I see pain and angst, formed from an abstract mind into small printed letters on a blank canvas.
I see the demons swimming in my head, jumping out to be splattered as ink.
I see my life, dwindle in front of me.

In the open.
Nowhere to hide.

I’m swept away.

The river strong!
I can’t fight the current…

I try to scream out HELP!
But my lungs fill with water.

It’s my time. It’s my time.
I hear it in my head, non-stop. A reminder that tells me how much of a failure I am.
It brings pain.
It brings angst.
It brings hurt.
My lungs are on fire.
I feel the current pull me deeper, deeper, and deeper.

I open my eyes, and find myself in paradise.

A paradise surrounded by friends and family who praise my talents. Friends and family who think my talents are the best.

I don’t comprehend.
I just know.

Talents.