I can't help but compare myself to others. It's a habit I have that is far from breaking.

I become so frustrated with myself. I yearn to draw something beautiful. In my mind, I picture what I see, every detail, line, curve. But then, it's not how I want it to turn out. My skill stops at a thin line. Being able to pass it, to expand, to progress, has become hard to see as anything but fictional. I can draw, but so can that person, and their skill is far greater. I can play the piano, but so can that person, and their skill is far greater. I can write, but so can that person, and their skill is far greater.

I feel like my niece did when she was younger, she was intelligent, but people had a hard time trying to understand what she was saying when she spoke, and it frustrated her to no end. She would cry in frustration because she couldn't express herself.

What is it that I can do, that I can express as Me. What is it that shows off to others as, "That's Katie." I don't see it. I don't see where I stand out. It's suppose to be that everyone can do something greater than the next person. What is mine? I've come so far in life without having to ask myself who I am. But it seems, I've stumbled. I'm in doubt.