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