What do you see, people, what do you see
When you are looking at me?
Someone silent, who does not speak?
Someone whose talk brings scarlet cheeks?
Who doesn't understand what you want,
Still you say "No such thing as can't"
Someone suffering, perhaps a child
Or a mad man on the news, acting wild
Do you believe now, do you believe still
The only thing we do well is kill?
Is this what you think? Is that what you see?
Open your eyes then, and look at me!
I'll tell you who it is you wish to 'cure'
Then perhaps you will adore,
I'm the child who learns and who reads
Frightfully clever! Teachers swear I need
A book for teenagers, but as I grow
I know more than even the teachers know,
Then my heart pounds at all academic
Because my thoughts are made of logic,
Perhaps my achievements will find me fame,
Afraid of shame, I will shed the name
The name given by you, I do not need
So in this spirit, sometimes I'm freed,
I'm poet, scientist, mathematician
Einstein, Nietzsche and Dickenson,
Because I am clever, don't mean to be rude
But sometimes I prefer my own solitude,
Interests I have a few, I keep them true
They become more interesting than you,
So I imagine, so I invent
All that's missing, do you torment?
My brain's full of depth, you daren't know how deep
As are emotions, when I love, hope or weep
I'll be nice to you, swear equality-
You really think that's nice for me?
In all your kindness, you are cruel,
Because you and I have different rules
In maths and science my rules are set
Yours are born of etiquette.
So tell me- is a wise man a child?
Because I am honest, am I wild?
Or is it perhaps I long to be free?
Not from myself, no, to be me!
Author notes
OK- explanations for the mad man and the child. The specific mad man I was thinking of had other stuff affecting him, yes it probably was undiagnosed. In a place where noone accepted him, treated him badly etc he was probably depressed. That kind of insanity can have bad results.
The child- well a generic kid. A result of your not providing positive role models, of your education system and 99 percent of the time of bullying. These are really problems you need to sort out.
'So uh why did nobody tell me about so and so?' 10 years ago if someone was a genius who kept to themselves, that was what they were. They didn't have a label to give people then. Maybe the playground ones- but we haven't moved on that far from that and this time it's the adults calling names!
(Well... another thing I've proved, we're excellent ranters... no suprises there )
Is the random rhyming annoying?
Comments
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Not only have you penned an exceptional write here, but you have given the readers food for thought as well.
I have always maintained that people are way too quick to judge and shun, but if they had to dig a bit deeper they could actually be amazed at what they found
I have no friends because it is the way I choose it to be - I will not be judged by anybody
LOL! Yeah, we ARE excellent ranters aren't we?
You have done an incredible job here - well done
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Amazing
What an incredible poem you have penned. Truly so masterful done.
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wow
I love this write! The rhyming is great, and the content is very captivating. Awesome job.
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