Poetry's the only thing i ever really had,
the thing thats mine and only mine but you make me look bad.
you started writing poetry that touched all of your friends,
where your life is just so bad you wish that it would end.
the one thing people noticed. the so-called talent in me,
you have taken and made your own just to make them see.
i know you took my talent your now the writing type,
but they wont always listen no matter how many poems you write.
just telling you since the talent is yours i wont waste your writing time,
but i wanted to thank you for taking the one thing that was mine.
