Anon from the EastA Poem by Jun Kurt TanaroTry to tell me what I wrote. This doesn't rhyme, so if you like those... I guess go somewhere else?
Joining others of great and high "Talent",
Makes one feel they are the same, But reality strikes those shards of truth, As they leave these imprints in the mind. One's "Talent" is born within the core, Can be learned, can be destroyed, With the need to fit this act on stage, It shatters with the jeers of goals and gain. "Talent" I show, Expectations they grow, Creating a barrier between true and false, Wonder I will, Wonder I won't, When this silent pierrot will have its last laugh.
© 2017 Jun Kurt TanaroAuthor's Note
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