"The talentless monster"

Some people can sing, some can dance, some get jacked, and others have fat stacks of money. Others are what society calls "perfect" at least physically, while others are intelligent, and some can play instruments. But what am I? I can not do such things. they always say, "Well, everyone is born with a talent." but is that really? What about the people who do not possess talents? well, it's almost as if we are thrown out, torn out from my heart, I can still feel that awful sting... A talentless monster is all they say, Day by day, it's almost as if rotting from the inside out, awaiting something... or anything of that matter. But I'm just a talentless monster.