I thought a lot of things about myself

I thought I understood who I was

So I couldn’t bring myself to ask for help

When I realized what I am not

I assumed the title of the smartest in the room

Despite the crippling weight of the crown

But resting now disappointment looms

Knowing I’ve let myself down

My peers think what they say are compliments

But instead a double edged sword

For I tread along a fragile fence

Made of rotting wood

I’m supposed to understand the world, not just accept it for what it is

But the deeper I go, the more I know I’ve never been better than this

And I never will be