I don't know what to say, or write, or feel.
I want to be remembered and have a deep outlook
But I just can't.
I'm average intelligence, but everyone thinks I'm so advanced.
How could they think this when I'm writing a poem about not knowing?
Einstein looks down upon me and laughs as if I were the jester for a king.
I'm only plain, boring me
I can't be this perfect robot that everyone expects me to be.
There will be times when I falter
When I fall short and fail
When I simply don't have the heart to do what people force me to
Frankly, I'm tired of being pushed around
And getting my brains strung and squashed flat by the government
I don't know the answers
I barley know the questions
I'm sorry.
~S~
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شِعرA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
