Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
Former gifted kid doesn’t immediately understand her homework and breaks down at her work desk (three dead, five injured)
i took the soldier, poet, king test
i got king
of course i got king
what else was i possibly expecting
when has my life ever not been a burden for me to bear
a weight placed on my shoulders
"a natural leader" they called me as if they did not make me this way
forged me to be independent (quiet) and strong (afraid to ask for help) and a leader (needing to take charge because things are easier if
i
do
them
myself)
kings are the gifted children
i was so far ahead they didn't know what to do with me
and now i'm average
and it hurts
Duty. Strength. Resignation.
when did i stop doing things for the love of them
when did life become a chore
when did everything become a routine to follow before i could be done
when did i start hating everything i did
when did i become the king
was i always the king?
they ruined me
they turned me into this
this is their fault
and now i'm the king
yes, king.
always king.
it was never going to be different.
and i'll take the crown
and live with it
and wish
maybe
i could be the poet instead
but my thoughts deceive me
my tongue betrays me
and i am once again left at a loss
for words
which come at all the wrong times
like in the bathtub
but never in the classroom or the corridor
and why is it always me they seem to blame
when i am just an existence
a small amount of energy that grows
smaller and smaller by the second
period time for math and i used to like
the universal language
but i am just a burn out now
a former child genius a gifted kid
who got lost in the fractions
of their broken mind somewhere in the space
between innocence and grief
grief for the lost past tense that they will never
ever
recover