Battle Of the Gifted

Since the age of three I've knew I wasn't like the rest
They way they would play with dolls was much different than I
They had no backstory but I knew my dolls history
I could swindle up a tragic storyline on just a blink of an eye
I saw stories within my head that I wanted to share
I had visions of movies that ended way different in my mind
I began writing at the age of eleven some make believe tale of ponies
Writing in that binder filled with white sheets of blank paper
Spilling out a story of a girl who went to a horse academy
Once board of that I moved on to greater things
My vivid mind wanted something more thrilling something more challenging
I started writing chapter books at the age fourteen to escape my own life
I wrote of a girl who wanted to find her half-Brother
I wrote about a slave owners who hated his own daughter
I wrote these stories and many many more
Never completely finishing them but I struck up a new idea
Begin an another until you go back to complete the rest
It's a curse I tell you to have a mind like I
One that thinks up a storyline in less than a half hour
It's a beautiful gift that only the unique enquire
For I am a writer and will forever be an Author