I get nothing back for all that I put into life. I feel as though either it’s all wrong, or that people don’t like me as a person. I’ve wrote hundreds of poems over the past year and a half, yet everyone seems to disregard them as being mediocre (by everyone I mean friends and family). I feel as though it’s my only talent, despite getting envious of my inexperienced friends who can easily best me. If I leave this hobby behind, I don’t think that I’ll find something more suited to me. I’ve tried writing songs, books and cartoons with little success. Poetry gained neutral attraction, peers don’t care about it. I’m only 16, yet somewhere in the medium of writing seems right for me. I knew it ever since I started reading, which was before most kids my age because I’m an aspie. Maybe I need to take more inspiration from other poets and stop writing about my depression all of the time? I don’t know to be honest.