“Your talent is being untalented".

Your words hit me like arrows, as they slipped out of your mouth, the truth, came out to reveal itself “untalented".

Capable of nothing, no special ability, normal, plain, unsatisfying, with no purpose, with no gift. Just there to take up a room, to fill the extra space. Only used when needed. Left alone when depressed, fake laughs, fake smiles, and fake friends.

The real ones become strangers, they become distant. They find happiness without you, they find where you didn't get it. But they are still here to make you feel guilty, and you are just there, you can't control it, they don't like you, because you are not talented.

But I try, I really do try to move pass it, but your words keep coming, never completely gone, still lurking at the back of my mind. Why do I let it get to me? Why do I let it harm me? It's stupid for me to be complaining, I'm so selfish to have these emotions. I'm sorry, I'm undeserving of your love.
Yes indeed you are, others don't care yet I do. Again. The truth slipped out, it only has purpose when you are not it, you are just there, untalented with no special ability.