Silver Medal

I am always entered in the manic race,
with the academics and artists, who work at quick pace,
and every medal is given out,
'til every hand claps and every voice shouts;
but I'm always last in the ceremony.
after athletes and actors who come before me.
I'm always silver, yet never gold.
I'm always shown, but never told
in ways that others understand,
how I'm gifted and clever, but often outmanned;
so I'm knocked a place down the iron pedestal,
I'm not seen as adept, but more like a fool
of society's boxes, little gifts that they share
with those who are able; but those who don't care.
The ones like magnets, attractive and smart,
with the brains that break my small wooden heart.