Prose and poetry

this kind of "me"

I can write like that every day,

Can develop every talent on earth,

From the second I am trying to show myself,

I become invisible, transparent,

I know dancing, I know sewing,

I know trading, I know writing,

What next ? What life should I create ?

What kind of human is my soulmate ?

I don't care anymore,

Everyone asking for more,

And when I prove that I can,

They disappear like a dead old man's cane.

Nobody wants me,

Nobody cares about me,

My life isn't even funny :

Autism schizophrenia,

Add on that epilepsy.

I don't want to find a prupose with this kind of "me".