They treat me
Like my only purpose
Is to figure things out.
They don't see who I really am.
I hide behind my laptop,
With my face not showing,
And with them not knowing,
How I really feel.
But...how would they know,
When I don't tell them?
How can they know
That at night,
Silent tears run down my face?
I am human,
Same as the rest of them.
If only the didn't treat me
Like a genius; nothing more.
Then, I would be happy.
But...all of this,
I won't tell them,
Because I feel that they would not
Understand.
But...even though
I hold the crest of knowledge,
I guess I don't know that.
I guess I don't know
If they would understand.
Would they understand
If I told them that I only
Wanted to be treated like
Everyone else?
Not just like a genius
Who is supposed to figure everything out?
Would they understand?
But...I guess I won't know
If I never speak up,
For even though I hold the crest of knowledge,
I don't know if they will
Understand.
So, I guess I'll just have to tell them.
But when?
Tomorrow?
I guess that would be the best.
And then, I will know if they really
Understand.
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