Head, Heart, and Soul

Intelligence

Nothing ever takes effort anymore
Not reading, not math
Not writing, not science
Not band, not Social Studies
Nothing really takes any thinking
Those who don't have a mind like mine,
Considering great, intelligent
They call it a gift
A blessing
Something I shouldn't take for granted
But if they saw the world like I do
Saw people
And the mindless tasks they complete in their day to day lives
If they saw it through my eyes
They'd crack
People are useless creatures really
They make systems to help make the very things
That they created, easier to navigate
They say they try to survive
But they're greedy creatures
Everything has no point
Nothing takes real effort
I feel like I waste the powers of my mind
Living, because I can never truly enjoy things
I may be young, but my mind is so far
So far ahead of where I am
I hate our system
Built for idiots
So fixable
But nothing but this entire human race
Can truly fix the damage we cause
Idiots see being smart as some sort of blessing
Something to be proud of, and grateful for
It's not, it's pain, it's repetitive tasks
Things that are supposed to be difficult
They fly by with ease
But when I don't evem pretend to try
If I decide I don't like someone
I lose that ease in which everything comes to me
Because I'm an intelligent asshole, and my grades
Well, they don't depend on my intelligence
I'm miles ahead of anyone I meet
They depend on whether I like you or not
If you give me a good seat
School is a useless thing, but it's very entertaining
To watch other kids, older than me
Oogle at my grades, not understanding how I got there
I don't like people being smarter than me
And I can never be wrong
There was someone, who thought himself to be,
Well, to put it simply, of a greater academic standpoint than myself
He was wrong, of course, but he claimed to be better than me
So I put an ounce of effort into that assessment
And I beat him by miles
Earning the highest score on my team
The best out of 100 kids
And it meant nothing
Nothing at all
Because it's all useless
Anyone who thinks my mind being the way it is as a good thing, a blessing, or anything of the sorts,
Is stupid themselves
Having never witnessed the needlessness of it all
It also proves how useless human emotion is
It's the only thing I struggle with, ever
Emotion
Empathy, love, joy, sadness, anger, hatred
That last one
Hatred, it's a funny, useless thing
Why hate people when you barely have 100 years to complete repetitive tasks set up by people who believe
Believe they are powerful, worth something more
More than anyone around him
It's all useless for everyone
But for me
It's entertainment
All people, humans, individual souls
They're all just things to fuck around with
And I will keep playing with them
Until I meet someone who matches my intelligence
Without being insufferable, maybe just a vain asshole, like me