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Anorexic of the Intellect

Anorexic of the Intellect

A Poem by Bianca
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This is pretty old. Made in March '08

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New discoveries
Lots to see
I study them constantly
For no real reason
Just for me

But when my curiosity struck a cord
To someone’s intellect that’s been bored
I gave them a chance at entertainment
That I would do too

Some bad news was given to me
That was not meant from that someone’s glee
I found I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was
That other was smarter of course but it meant nothing to them

What was meaningless to someone was worth more to me
My personality is like that just ask and I’ll tell
That I am not feeling well

Am I intelligent?
That’s for you to decide
Whether I smarter than you
Or your mind is superior to mine

I’ve been so interested in time and our world
That I felt I could be helping in the search
But I felt a curse

For since that time when someone asked
How smart am I?
I can’t accept who I am anymore

I have became
Anorexic for my own intellect

Trying to feed my knowledge
But nothing helps
I feel dumb compared
To someone else

This hurts more than you think
Are a few points off worth less to take?
Departed and depressed
Now felt eaten inside
This pain won’t go away

Until my search is over
It will not leave
The heart is eaten away from thoughts of myself
Felling is affected not by others
But of my own

I once thought I was that smart
I can’t believe I’m average now grown apart
From my once pleasure
Of knowing I could succeed
But since then
I could not measure
For what I could be        

© 2008 Bianca


Author's Note

Bianca
When I look back at something as old as this it's weird. So write what you think of it...

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