It hurts

Curves and lines and all,

Dawning my life out on paper.

It was fun I was my talent,

It was my every thing.

Think I was the only one in my family that can do it.

I finally made my mom prod,

I had confidence .

Ever corner my mom turned she tell people,

My talent my special talent.

One day I sit dawning,

My mom says ,"Holly my friend son want to have a drawing class with you".

I don't put it to mind.

later and later every one started to draw,

my sister,

my cousins ,

my mom friend kids,

even my mom co work kid are drawing.

Know i don't have confidents.

i try not to burst, 

or go crazy.

My talent i no talent any more

if ever one is doing it 

My mom doesn't have that face of  proudness on

it a face of competition

I feel like a glass,

that braking slowly,

losing it shine.

It selfish you say,

but there are day when you need to be selfish.

say if you had a  special talent that no one has and be prod.

or share you talent and so it becomes no talent.

Wouldn't you feel selfish 

or like a glass vas losing it shine to another.