The bane of intelligence
curses those born with it.
I've become committed
to refining my ignorance.
Honing my bliss to a keen
edge that I press to my forearm.
The genocide of my brain cells
has been ongoing for years,
and I've embraced my fears,
becoming too frightened
of change to ever try.
The ***** cleanses my mind,
wiping it smooth.
I just stay inside.
I just stay inside,
figuring out
how to smile.