Some one once told me photography doesn't take talent

apporval of an object

Yup, I'm in the dark again, and my brain starts to ponder and i can come to a conclusion that maybe its wrong what I'm choosing, and confidence shouldn't be lacked when the lights turn on and the mirror looks back. when i turn the other way when he passes instead of giving a basic hey or when I hold back laughter and shame my self with what i said after. when he gives a one word answer and i circle around a response like a dancer. when he brushes my shoulder or grabs my hand I'm immovable like if my feet were in sand. I wish i could build up the strength in my self and not feel like I'm the last toy on the shelf. Like the last resort or the worst player on the team sport. that i could wake up every morning and look at my self with out the dissapproval mourning. why cant i love who i am and not live to impress him no mater how much he his on that limb i should feel like i could achieve within.