I’m good with puzzles
but I can’t decipher the
rules of the playground
I’m good with numbers
but I just can’t count the times
I’ve sat by myself
I can spell long words
but the faces that stare back
are books I can’t read
They call me ‘gifted’
but I can’t untie the bow
that keeps me wrapped tight.
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