God made me beautiful, inside and out.  I give him credit for his remarkable efforts.  Despite my gratitude, I can’t help but wonder if he had been distracted when adding in the details.  He gave me all the right things, yet forgot the finishing touches. God created me as talented, intelligent, kind, attractive and perceptive.  Although possessing exceptional traits, I have always lacked the very things that make those characteristics worth owning.  A natural athlete yet lazy.  Smart but unmotivated. Attractive yet lacking personality.  Perceptive but indifferent.  I am like a flower without it’s petals.  I possess an array of qualities that serve little purpose.
Though constantly standing on the thin line between ordinary and extraordinary, I haven’t been created completely insipid.  God gave me the generous gift of awareness.  I see situations and people for what and who they truly are.  I can rarely be fooled and can understand how a circumstance is likely to play out.  It was somewhat of a misfortune as a child as I could always tell when a friend disproved of an outfit I was wearing or when a cute boy thought I was lame.  In the long run, it formed me into a people pleaser.  I detested the negative emotions I harbored every time I realized rejection in my assessors’ eyes.  Although my gift has ruined me as an individual, it has shaped me into a master of advice.
I bear fruitful advice and have always offered it freely.  Despite this, my gift has proved to be useless.  I have learned that with every exceptional occurrence, there is always substandard matter to balance it back to the state of ordinary.  My gift could be worthwhile if not for the  innumerable minds unable to grasp intuitive guidance.  People are created with a habit of ignoring good advice and learning by mistakes made.  So another characteristic is rendered unavailing and I am left with only my observations and the stories that they yield.