By: JAZPER MALONE
Staff Writer
In 5th grade they told me I was a prodigy,
because i was ahead in every subject,
fully convinced that i could do anything,
my mind was worth a thousand words that no one else could grasp,
my intellect was something to gaze upon like a sunset,
thrown into every activity like a unique test subject,
put two extra stars on a quiz because i aced it,
you told me i was everything you wanted and more,
i read romeo and juliet in the 7th grade,
i used books as an excuse to stay up late,
i use to track of how many people would tell me i was perfect,
this validation set course through every vein in my body until it could not stretch any further,
the adrenaline that flowed throw me disintegrated as i got older,
now its not so impressive to ace my math test,
i have no more flesh to hide behind,
now being a good student isn’t impressive,
its expected,
honors and ap classes are for student who “care” about there education,
but how is that when i was only ever taught to care about some grade,
but who am i if not the high achiever,
who am i if not ahead of the curve,
i did all assigned homework and get by with an A,
so why would i try to breathe in the words like i use to be able,
before my lungs shrunk and i only had enough room for bullet points,
being called special at a young age leaves you spinning,
chase a feeling,
search for ways that leave you “exceptional”,
you start to believe that if you cant do things perfectly the first time why do them at all,
because if everything came so easy to you when you were young everything else should too,
but the special kid has it easy,
an identity that was never there was taken so quickly like a simple glare