I am Stupe-iT
I'm not stupid!
I may be a freak,
for people call me one.
Even a geek,
wherever they get it from.
I may not study a lot,
when still I get good grades.
Not even may I smoke pot,
though often my cleverness fades.
My mind working hard,
drawing pictures all the time.
Should've already won an award,
still, never do I wine.
Creativity's a priority,
something I need to stay sane.
Stories, poems, melody,
it's such a shame.
No wonder I am the way I am,
when all I know is falling,
the only thing I need's a pen.
With that in hand, idea's come crawling.
Shadow's vanish,
lights shine bright.
Reality I banish,
Fiction I hold onto tight.
Personality's something a person needs,
So complex the imagination,
so bad are the deeds.
So near is frustration.
I may not like signs,
don't get what they're good for.
Instead I find lines,
that I think mean more.
I thought I was normal,
like everyone else.
Read a letter so formal,
words from someone who tells.
I still think I'm average,
invisible to all,
remembered only by a small percentage,
friends is the right word for them to be called.
I know in my head nothing's right,
everything I comment with wit.
Like everyone else I am a wight,
but always remember that
I am Stupe-iT
I may be a freak,
for people call me one.
Even a geek,
wherever they get it from.
I may not study a lot,
when still I get good grades.
Not even may I smoke pot,
though often my cleverness fades.
My mind working hard,
drawing pictures all the time.
Should've already won an award,
still, never do I wine.
Creativity's a priority,
something I need to stay sane.
Stories, poems, melody,
it's such a shame.
No wonder I am the way I am,
when all I know is falling,
the only thing I need's a pen.
With that in hand, idea's come crawling.
Shadow's vanish,
lights shine bright.
Reality I banish,
Fiction I hold onto tight.
Personality's something a person needs,
So complex the imagination,
so bad are the deeds.
So near is frustration.
I may not like signs,
don't get what they're good for.
Instead I find lines,
that I think mean more.
I thought I was normal,
like everyone else.
Read a letter so formal,
words from someone who tells.
I still think I'm average,
invisible to all,
remembered only by a small percentage,
friends is the right word for them to be called.
I know in my head nothing's right,
everything I comment with wit.
Like everyone else I am a wight,
but always remember that
I am Stupe-iT