When I was eight years old

They told me I was special

I was different

I was

“Gifted”

What does that even mean?

Am I smarter?

Am I brighter?

That’s what they’re saying

I think

But what does it all mean?

I don’t have to try at school

I just breeze right by

I’ve already proved I’m intellegent

So why

Do I need to do this pointless busywork?

But oh no

When I get to something

That I can’t figure out in my head

In less than thirty seconds

Watch out

Because this kid is about to crash out

What do you mean I can’t do it immediately?

I must be stupid

They were wrong 

I can’t do anything

I just can’t