At one point I was good.
And I thought I would get better.

Vocabulary was vast.
Knowledge was there.
Everything was in place.

And then pfffttt....every little thing you were proud of just goes away.
And you have to start again.

So hard.
Pointless sometimes.

Hard sometimes.
So pointless.

And you'll never be as good as you were. (ARE)
And you give up trying. (FALSE)
And you're ok with being exotic, and different. (NOT)

At one point I was good.
At this point I am me.