i feel stupid,

just dumb and 

not smart enough.

when i'm staring at my maths,

thinking what the fuck is this?


and i cant seem to ask

and i cant seem to realize

its not them it's me

and i feel so goddamn stupid.


and someone please tell me why

i cant get rid of this feeling

like i'm a smudge on a page of perfectly articulated

poetry, a broken looking glass

of a shattered reflection.

i dont know how,

and i cant know how,

i'm told that i can do it

and i am just so 

confused, so frustrated,

and i am an idiot

and i cant stop myself,

and i dont know if more scars are worth it,

internal, external or otherwise,

if only i could erase

any lingering stupidity.

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