When you're told your whole life
"You're brilliant!", "You're so smart!",
"You're amazing at math!"
Naturally, you grow to agree
And your mind doesn't argue
Not too much, at least
Until you've walked so far
Down the path of intellect
That you realize
While it's beautiful,
So are many things
And within your soul
That fantastic mind
There are more than numbers
There is an artist screaming
"Don't leave me here!"
"Don't forget me!"
Banging on the gates
For you alone to liberate