"Truth Be Told...My Gift is My Curse"

Years ago, I realized that I was born with a gift.

I realized that with my words, people's spirits and hope I can lift.

I've been through alot at such an early age. Yes I too have been drinched by the rain.

I try to help everyone that has crossed my path, told me there deepest secrets, and asked me to release them from a past that has filled their present with pain.

For the most part, I had succeeded.

So I thought, because truth be told, my vision is being depleted.

The vision of being that "go to" person that everyone admires.

My faults as a man, has made my creditiability began to expire.

It's not what I've done, but how I did it in which I was in the wrong.

I tried to take everyone's pain away and forgot about my own.

In which caused a serious build up once my situation got grimm.

I felt as if my soul was fading away like a dying rose, my petals were even falling from the stem.

Comments repeatedly being said that I'm not the same person they knew before.

On the outside I am numb with no reply, but on the inside im screaming "I AM STILL 4EVERMOORE!!!"

But still remain silent, because it hard to explain, and no one will understand.

It's not easy to walk a mile in my shoes, have a complex mind like me, and keep a head full of hair, without losing a straind.

My gift is my curse because I dont always go about the right way of handling situations.

Yet I am young, so in life, I still have many lessons to learn from before I reach my final graduation.