Geniuses Aren't Made to Win

Sat, 02/13/2016 - 17:36 -- Sj

'Failure' I say in describing myself

4'3" my dreams on a high shelf

The tools people say I need for success

What everyone says I should get

Except for the lack of concentration

The death of grades

And a lack of self motivation

That leave me disabled on that front

My brain speaks in a different font

The words of others haunt

While I lie awake 

Thinking about "the greats" 

And their fates

Unseen until they came to the pearly gates

Will I share that fate? 

My words unknown

Until I am to my final home

Only to have my words become

Fodder for a future martyr 

Maybe the one that changes the world

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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