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We grow up surrounded by genius

And this sometimes inspires us to emulate it

But more often drives us to envy it

As we wonder;

If we aren’t exceptional,

If we aren’t outstanding,

What are we worth? 


We grow up in a world where our minds have more value than our hearts,

Kids suffocate themselves with talent

Present themselves as only a skill, a function

Isn’t that the part that counts?

If we can’t be perfect,

If we can’t be the best,

Why should we be at all?


We grow up learning that prowess means recognition,

Makes you worthwhile

I grow up watching my peers drawn for validity

While every fibre of me screams

“Yes, I see your talent,

But I also see your heart,

And my dear how I mourn for your heart.”


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