My Curse

My Curse, is my Greatest Strength. The Burden I must bare, is with me every where. The Best thing about me, is one of the things I hate the most. Why do I have to kill myself? Everyday this battle I fight, to keep my self in line. I see everyone else, with love in there eyes. But there is none for me. I am hungry for it, and pleading for it. But it never comes, and if it did I might not be able to eat. I must Kill my self inside, to keep myself sane. I want to feel, but have nothing I can touch. I want to dream, but only nightmares come back, and forward in time. Oh I wish and Oh I plead, but it seems, only grief I receive. My Heart is so big, and yet I feel so small. The Curse I have, I must bare, hidden from sight. But I see it all too well.