Bahar1

Thinking he would win, he lost.

His three words, she never heard.

Mind recalled data which wasn't there.

Being "gifted" actually sucks. I was an official gifted kid who was said she didn't have to go to primary school. My family still sent me. It was incredibly lonely as I was an adult brain squized in a kid's body. It sounds tacky but it does really feel like that. I wrote a poem at school for a national contest and what I was said by teachers and a huge board of adults was that "It's impossible for a kid to write that. Your parents wrote it and you memorized it." I was called a liar for the first time in my life. Then I was literally locked into a room and was said to write similar poems. I couldn't. What they didn't understand was to write a

I look at the lies people tell me, then I look at the reality I look at the lies, and then the reality The two are so apart and the lies so huge That my brain would more readily believe That reality is the lie And lie is the reality Cos reality sure is heavy I thought I was the liar The big, filthy liar about self But when compared to others Others made me look like a saint

"I don't have a mom, I don't have a dad" she cried, sitting on her couch which was comfortable for a normal person but not for her. She was very beautiful- a woman who people stopped on the street to tell how pretty she was. The only woman I knew who was that pretty. Cheeks pink from the heat of crying, her sparkly, blue irises showed as lines between her closing eyelids like a sleepy kitten's. I laughed an exagrated laugh; one a person would give while trying to comfort a baby: "But grandma, you have your kids, they love you! And you have us, your grandchildren! Look, it's me, Mari." She didn't look at me. Instead she opened her sad, cute mo