Genius
They told me when I was young,
they said, "Hun,
you're
a genius."
I didn't believe them.
Not only because
I didn't have frizzy white hair
like Einstein,
not only because
I hadn't composed great music and operas
like Mozart,
not only because
I hadn't written
famous tragedies
(extra death included!)
like Shakespeare,
not only because
I was too young
too understand
what 'genius' meant.
I didn't believe them
because the other
'them'
said different.
They've said
many things
over the years
and
sometimes remind me
of people I've met.
They said I was no genius,
not by the slightest!
I was, in reality,
a freak,
a weirdo,
a know-it-all,
stuck-up,
never-going-anywhere
bit- never mind.
Maybe that
was why
I built a cage
made of betrayal and rage
meant to shut up
and shut out
the trash-talkers,
the backstabbers,
basically,
everybody.
If you see my eyes,
then you'll see:
behind them lie
an endless land
of terror and surprise
of joy and depression,
two sides
of a whole
and three quarters.
I get it, the math isn't right.
But have you ever heard me?
I hate math.
I don't care.
Another sign
of a genius
misidentified.
Those three-quarters
are not me, you see
those three-quarters
are my borders
between reality
and my reality
with a whole universe
behind my eyes,
that I bleed,
it's my child,
do you see?
A whole slew of 'me's
with little tweaks:
different names,
different powers,
different eyes,
different lives.
Lives different from mine:
moments I wanted,
moments I didn't,
moments I never knew existed
Universes become words
become thoughts
become stories
scribbled on paper-
it's like the DMV
up in here.
My stories wait patiently
in line,
in my mind
You know what they say?
"Child,
I've been waiting
SEVEN weeks
to get out of this box
then you just
scribble me
on a piece of paper
and chuck me into
a "writing portfolio"
and move on to the next?"
Well, sorry, but
everyone but me
believes
I'm destined for greatness
and I'm just trying to prove it.
And I've got too many ideas
I have to write what I can
before I abandon
for the next
bestseller-to-be
It's like trying to stop a flood,
and letting in a little every minute
you got be fast or-
you'll drown.
And no one's going
to toss you
a hand.
Because you're not a genius.
And don't deserve to be saved.
Soy un payaso de un circo perdido
"Ven uno, ven todos,
ven todo la gente,
ven a ver la mente
de la chica más loco del todo el mundo..."
¿Entiendes lo que trato de contarles?
No soy genio.
No importa que me digas.
Mi cerebro está programado
a ver el otro lado
cobrado
en lluvia
y cuchillos
y mis compaños.
¿Sabes que?
Un dia,
entre las tres primeras horas
de escuela
Cinco personas me dijeron
"¡Te mates!"
No saberon
que ya era muerta
y era solo por suerta
que no era muerta
de realidad.
Tengo mi carto de suicido
ya escrito
pa' cuando quiro huir el nido
de las paradigmas
y estereotipas
y... y... y
un mundo que ha hecho
claro
que no gustan a mi.
Puedo contar en mis dos manos
la gente que me hace sano
quienes son los unicos
que realmente me quieren
Tu sabes en cual lado
del pared de mi mente
caes.
Mirame en el ojo
y dime que no soy loco:
loco por amor
loco por suporte
loco para el dia
en que alguien entenderia
that just because I stand
on two feet on the ground
doesn't mean I can't
stand the voices
doesn't mean I won't fall.
Y cuando tu caes
hay nadie en el mundo
que vas a rescatar
porque tu no eres genio.
Tu no importas.
No importas a nadie.
Un dia
vi un video
explicando los signos demun genio.
Uno era que eres eccentrico.
Obviamente un si.
"¡No preocupes, papá,
puedes explicar mi comportamiento
que me enojes contigo!
Solo soy un genio loco."
Otro era que tienes
hábitos malos.
Suena como mi.
Tengo el hábito
de dicir demasiado
cuando no debe hablar.
De no realizar
que ellos no quieren
gastar su tiempo
conmigo.
Tengo el hábito
de imaginar demasiado.
Quiero huir de aqui,
entonces duerme en el mismo cuarto
de mis demonios
mi propio manicomio
ironicamente
es la unica lugar,
es dicir, mi mente,
donde tengo paz.
Y por eso
se que no soy genio
porque un genio
sabe como resolver problemas.
Un genio seria capable
de resolver my insanity
my morality
my vanity
what's inside of me
Some please help,
I can't fight them alone
I don't know who's in control
is it them or it my soul
please, you don't know me
you don't know what I've been through
you don't know how much I hate myself
you don't know how much I hate the world
you don't know what a few minutes alone with my thoughts will do to you
no,
you don't know me at all.
And, luckily for us all,
it doesn't take a genius
to know that.
