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Gifted Kid
Driving my car down the street
Eyes follow me.
My brow beads with heat
Eyes on me, over me, around me, please leave me be
I’m surrounded by the intense pressure
Of always being perfect.
I walk into school, ready to measure
My life to others’, so forward I stepped
I can do this
Greeted by friends,
Mia, Sam, and Bree
Blonde, straight, and perfect trends
Just like me.
I stumble through my classes,
Barricaded by my clan,
But I just can’t seem to meet the masses
I just can’t do what they can
All I do is miss
I try and I try and I try
And it just doesn’t WORK
My life is a mess
I can’t see through the murk
Why is it so easy for them;
Yet so hard for me?
What’d everyone get on the test in chem?
A text rings through, and in reply to it I see:
‘It was hard not to ace this’
One hundred, Ninety-Four, Ninety-Three
I answer “Ninety Seven”
Staring down at my bright red C
Lying is an obsession
No one can know, I think as I sink to the floor
I lock my emotions inside
I’m screaming and pounding on the door
Begging to let anything out. But no- I hide
Content in my fake bliss
Behind smart brown-and-white clothes,
Glasses, bangs, and lipstick,
As long as the outside glows,
No one knows the insides are ugly and sick
I pinch at my sides,
Snub my nose at the mirror
1:34 my alarm clock chides,
But no matter. My next grade will be clearer
My stomach growls “Ah!” I hiss
Study more.
Sleep less.
Work more.
Eat less.
Who have I become?
A withered plant stares back at me
A queen of a solitary kingdom
I’ve reached my peak- It’s time to flee
Sink into the internal abyss.
Pill one, two, eight, twelve
Letting go of reality
The numbness is a cool salve
Juxtaposing the pain of mortality
A hand reaches for me
It grabs me from the light
It smacks me around and helps me see
Why would you sink when you could take flight?
One day I’ll have my first kiss.
In finding you, I found my joy
A new sense to the word life
The rest of it was just a ploy
I was a pig under a butcher’s knife
You and I dance, I’m haloed in white
A new beginning for me
With you, I don’t have to fight
I can exist peacefully
You are my bliss
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The poem surrounds the challenges faced by young people today, based on my own experiences with school. It broaches on topics like losing sleep and eating less to get better grades, as well as creating fake realities for other people to see you in.