Geniuses Aren't Made to Win

'Failure' I say in describing myself

4'3" my dreams on a high shelf

The tools people say I need for success

What everyone says I should get

Except for the lack of concentration

The death of grades

And a lack of self motivation

That leave me disabled on that front

My brain speaks in a different font

The words of others haunt

While I lie awake 

Thinking about "the greats" 

And their fates

Unseen until they came to the pearly gates

Will I share that fate? 

My words unknown

Until I am to my final home

Only to have my words become

Fodder for a future martyr 

Maybe the one that changes the world