'What Can I Offer? ' Poem by Elle Belle

'What Can I Offer? '

Where does my talent begin
What area have I excelled
To be born without a gift
Is the harshest truth to tell

No matter what I do
I'm always one step behind
Reaching success momentarily
Till I'm needed no longer

I'd be a fool to believe in
Putting more effort into hobbies
When even those begin to crumble
Showing me that I'm nothing.

Wasting away in this loop
I'm left with only you
A huge price to pay
My whole being at stake
This pain is not simple
No it becomes my entire day

Without a possibility to withstand
I turn to only self deprecating
Sabotaging my chances
On resolving such tragedy

There's no longer a distraction
This plague is never ending
Trailing me from behind
Submerging all that's left inside me

What more is there to do
When I'm no longer in focus
Even if I choose to be at my best
There's always someone else who is better

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Growing older I'm slowly noticing how nothing has really changed. I'm still the same old person, with the same old ideals. Being in an environment where it's constantly changing, and where only certain people excel, it's hard to feel proud of yourself, especially when you have little to no interests. When you do find that special thing, it's almost as if you're trying to guard it with all your life, and can often treat it like a competition. At least for me that's how it is. From this poem I try and build off of that, hoping it may reach others experiencing similar hardships.
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