Gifts

This poem by Enderfiretheanimusdragon.

Summary
This is a poem about the struggles for gifted children. People expect that we're perfect, but they don't see that we get bullied more than the kids who can - not do - blend in. We don't have that option. We're singled out from the beginning by teachers, parents, peers, you name it. I wrote this poem after listening to Twenty One Pilots for 90 minutes straight. (long story.) Anyway, reader, I hope you can relate.

Poem
They see part of us.

They see a child when they want to.

Innocence.

When we're children, we don't need to know.

They see a teen when they want to.

Surliness.

Sometimes everything we do is wrong.

They see an adult when they want to.

Why can't you and

Why don't you and

Shouldn't you and

Act your age but

We're still kids.

They see brilliant minds.

Gifted

But broken

But scarred

Different but

Only expected to be different in a good way.

Understood only by each other.

By stories,

By music,

They don't understand that

Sometimes this house of gold is only big enough for one.

Somedays we all need to know about the hall of fame.

Somedays we need an elastic heart, or a Kevlar one.

Sometimes we need those voices like nightshade - beautiful and deadly.

Truthful and real.

Sometimes we need those lyrics like a punch in the soul - heard, but you need to know how they feel.

You need to know that someone shares your feelings,

Your pain.

You need to know that someone is as broken as you are.

Because just knowing that can fix you.

We are all broken, but we piece ourselves together.

Fix ourselves with Kevlar.

Rise like a blood phoenix

From the ashes of our last incarnation.

Until we are unbreakable.

Untouchable.

Beautiful not just for our potential.

Detached from the world but so immersed in it.

Living in it but not wholly part of it.

We are gifted.

We are powerful.

Here we stand.

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