A short poem I wrote by myself, mostly is about myself in the past and this present day.
Wearing glasses and reading books
or looking ugly and acting like a fool
being shy and talking less
or even doesn't bother about anyone else?
A single question people don't know
that genius person will always know
What about that one person who doesn't know?
Is that person consider stupid cause' they never got to know?
They say having a genius friend could make you a genius
and the other way around, probably not worth it
or is it?
Laughing and ignoring them because they don't know
What would they know
How would they ever know
How to smile and never thought a reason to.. die?
But now they rise
they know they are still a genius
but not on what they thought they are now
everyone is a genius
but not the same king of genius