Here's a thing I found and while it may not be poetic or anything I totally relate to it. I dont know who wrote it, but I like it anyways. Ok so here it is.

Do I have any real talent?
Do I really have meaning?
Is there any kind of use for me at all in this turmoil filled world?
I say "No" I have no meaning.
"Yes" you say? I do have meaning?
How? In what way?
Sports you ask?
I fumble all over myself just trying to move in everyday life.
I would kill myself trying to co-ordinate myself enough to play a sport.
Can I sing?
I sound as lovely as a fingernail on a chalkboard.
Dancing perhaps?
Need I bring up my co-ordination skills again?
And my rhythm?
Well lets just say I live up to the stereo typical white girl type of rhythm.
Acting maybe.
As melodramatic as I may be,
I cannot control that melodramatic-ness and make it an art form.
Art, that’s it!
Stick figures maybe, but any art I've produced is laughable
And can be passed off as any 5-year olds doodling.
I have no real beauty to boast of either.
Can I hear? I'm not deaf, yet.
Do I listen? Occasionally.
But can I remember? Rarely.
Talking?
Ah yes, something I'm finally good at.
But do I say anything worth listening to?
Not often.
So my question, am I purposeful?
I think not, as I have nothing to offer to the world.
But, God did create me for some purpose,
Whether it be just to make others feel better by my lack talent;
Or by some unknown gift that has hidden itself so far.
In any case I think my conclusion can be that
I do serve some purpose.
I may never know what it is,
But I take heart in knowing that God made me
And he's never made a mistake.
I totally feel like I relate to that, I mean everything in there I think I've thought before. When I found it I was just like this is insane!!! LOL Well now that y'all know how I tick I guess I can let y'all go. Laturz!

~Deidra Joy~
I didn't put a quote on this one cuz I didn't think that after that big long thing anyone would really feel the need for one.