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.”