It Was Mine

What do you do when that one thing that defined you now seems to be in abundance? What do you say when someone asks you who you are? Do you say your name or do you search within you for an answer? I had something once.... It was mine It defined me It was who I was Who I wanted to be It was what I was good at what made me stand out what people knew me for It was mine I was born with it It seemed to develop so easily but I guess it got lost somehow I need it to be mine but its other people’s too and without it I am no one there nothing else that i can do different people have their talents different people have their gifts some are blessed with many some die n cease to exist some treasured some ignored some left in a state of raw never ripened never blossomed didn't care to let them thaw kept them frozen... it was mine stolen by so many it felt like mine foolish; it was there for the ready maybe I wasn’t ready enough maybe I don't have it maybe it was never mine I want it back it’s the only thing that makes me feel worthy, like I have something special and without it I’ll fade away into darkness into the void remembered for nothing No longer an individual but merely a copy...