✧*̥˚ poetry *̥˚✧

The Unique Mind of a Gifted Child

  From a young age, they saw something in me,
A spark of brilliance, a light that shone brightly,
A mind that was sharp, quick, and agile,
A thirst for knowledge, insatiable.

I was a gifted child, they told me with pride,
A special one, who could conquer the tides,
A prodigy, with a future so bright,
The world was my canvas, my life, a sight.

I soaked up information like a sponge,
And my talents grew with each new plunge,
Into the depths of my intellect and mind,
A universe of possibilities, unconfined.

But with each success came a new expectation,
A pressure to perform, to meet the nation,
Of standards set impossibly high,
A burden that weighed, and refused to die.

I longed to be just like the other kids,
To blend in, to have a life that just fits,
To play and laugh and just be free,
Without the constant gaze that followed me.

But I knew I couldn't deny my gift,
My passion, my drive, my endless uplift,
And so I learned to balance both,
The pressure and the joy, the pain and growth.

I became a gifted adult, with skills to share,
With talents to use, and burdens to bear,
But I never forgot the child within,
The one who started this journey with a grin.

And so I carry on, with my head held high,
A gifted child, now a gifted guy,
With a future so bright, it's hard to see,
All that I can achieve, all that I can be.