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What to say when you're put up on a pedestal? |
| Why is it you think of me bright? With a brain that clinks and eyes of poor sight? You are mistaken,you must be. This bright girl you speak of it sure ain't me. Quote Dickinson and Plath, that I can do by heart. But question me in math and you'll see I'm not smart. A book I can read In a day or two. Ask me to recede from books and I know not what to do. I can paint the seas and skies, almost like reality. Ask me the form reprise and I'll stare at you blankly. Most follow the world And I, I follow the fake. If I glance at the real world I don't know what I can take. So next time you think of me more astute than I am, push me off the brink and see me as I am. |