They say that them being bad at school is not
Because they are not clever
Their priorities are just set somewhere else
Good at school they will be neverThey tell me often their grades are bad
But that's not problematic
They are not stupid, they declare
I'm only being dogmaticThey cry out to me every single day
How wrong the world could be
But they don't have a fucking clue
How wrong it was to meThey pity me because I don't know a thing
Im living in that transparent bubble
But what they don't know is
That I'm familiar whit nothing but troubleThey tell me about things I've never
Seen on TV - and they pity me
And I'm naive and childish, they say
Without knowing that I've seen them in realityAnd they hate me for being good at school
And they hate me for many other things
I maybe live in a bubble of smoke and dreams
But oh, they will never be kings[but they still wish]
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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥
Poetrydid you ever wonder why we are so utterly desolately alone? [i did] © diamondsea_ 2019