Maybe I am not as good as I thought I was
In truth, I am simply a lost cause
What happened to the child they said could achieve greatness
The one they called a genius
Why is bright a word used to describe me
Do I look like a light bulb or a flashlight
I am not someone smart or clever,
Definitely not a walking merriam webster
Yet depending who I am with, I dumb myself down and shut my big mouth
Especially around boys, who tend to think south
You see, I am not above average
I simply know how to read body language
It's easy to analyse people, predict their thoughts and actions
And well you can do the calculations
If you know how the player thinks
It's easy to stay two steps ahead before they can even blink
Checkmate
This game is almost too easy
So it isn't as if I am Einstein revived
I just know how to navigate a mental battlefield
But when it comes to my own
I am trapped in a maze of my creation
Which can only end in destruction
YOU ARE READING
Faded shades of black and blue
Poetry"I had it all, and watched it fall Yet loneliness is the only one that stayed through it all My one true constant, my only companion" A Short collection of poems I wrote, because marking my soul in ink is the only way to hold on to sanity.
