but my thoughts deceive me
my tongue betrays me
and i am once again left at a loss
for words
which come at all the wrong times
like in the bathtub
but never in the classroom or the corridor
and why is it always me they seem to blame
when i am just an existence
a small amount of energy that grows
smaller and smaller by the second
period time for math and i used to like
the universal language
but i am just a burn out now
a former child genius a gifted kid
who got lost in the fractions
of their broken mind somewhere in the space
between innocence and grief
grief for the lost past tense that they will never
ever
recover