Please stop calling me smart. I don’t like it, and it’s not a compliment. Every time those words leave your mouth, I want to peel my skin off, Open up my skull and show you what those words have done to me. The scars on my self-love, The minuscule paperweight I call my self-worth, (The boulder called self-loathing,) (The bruises from thinking I let others down,) The poisoned whispers when I don’t force myself to only do homework. If I fell apart, would you finally see? Or would you say it’s my fault? That I should know how to deal with this by now? What if I ripped out the already fraying seams, Let all the pain flow Like a river from my mouth, Yelled until my throat is raw And my voice is hoarse. Letting you know how I’ve been let down By authorities, By family, By those who were supposed to care, By the education system I was supposed to flourish in. Being a gifted kid doesn’t just mean being smart. It means being better with complex equations and writing research papers than you are with people. It means fearing tests, Because what if you’ve been faking your intelligence, And this is how they find out. It means your grades are your identity, Your whole being comprised of percentages And assigned numbers that are otherwise meaningless. Being a gifted kid means anxiety, Putting so much pressure on yourself That you break—letting it all bleed until you have nothing left. It means staying in bed all day Because you have no motivation And there’s a never-ending stack of homework on your desk, Waiting for you to come finish it. It means all-nighters and burnout, Chugging energy drinks And joking about sleeping when you’re dead But that’s the only guaranteed peace you have So maybe it’s not so much a joke. You say it as a compliment, But to me, It means I still have no worth outside of my memory. It’s not a compliment I am more than my brain I’m a person outside of my grades and education So please, Please stop calling me smart.
Biography: I enjoy bringing characters and places to life through my writing, and I get inspired by the people around me. Some of my poetry is even inspired by my D&D party and our wacky adventures. Poetry and writing let me visit worlds I can’t in real life and let me explore ideas beyond my normal reach. It’s a form of self expression and entertainment, all in a pen.