5).The Jill
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I’ve always been good at the Art aspect of life. With writing, gifted with music, as well as art. I would say, I would refer to myself as an unfinished artist as I would be my own sought out signature. Alone in my own category called "Crunique" and through the eyes of a lot more people I was known as wildflower the Girl In Love With Forget-me-nots, and those who would judge a book by it's cover, they have commented that "I’m A Jill Of All Traits".
I did love to play music when it was mine, and I had control. I felt like I was becoming porcelain, I didn’t want to be a mask. I became a display.
As I got older I have found that being gifted left me lonely. Only to lead my inspiration to vanish. My smile quickly faded, growing deeper into a frown. I started to run away from who I was, ignoring my beautiful voice, as I became voiceless. just to lose my joy. Making it impossible for me. Without any reason or a real explanation as to why.
From there I just HATED! Being talented would make me intimidating, many started to compare. From there I just stopped! not mentioning anything. To run away from who I was, just to lose my joy, my voices. Making it impossible for me. I didn’t want to continue to make anyone jealous. I didn’t want to be the reason why everyone disliked me. I felt It made my sisters hate me, so I thought. I loved to play music, until I felt as though I was a pawn. My talent wasn’t mine anymore, I became the display.
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