Thinking,
It's what i do best.
Thinking too hard,
Better than the rest.
It's not always a gift,
But a curse.
Analyzing every rift,
Within this herse.
You gotta be able to tell,
The lies from the truths.
You gotta send everything to hell,
And down through the roots.
You wanna be a thinker,
Mask your emotions and never hide.
Fool them, and they will choose the weaker,
To cause him pain, and make him dead inside.
Keep your face stoic,
As they torture him so.
Let them have their pick,
So you can go.
And when your left alone,
You can cry all you want.
But never give them the bone,
And never give in to the taunts.
When you complete this test,
You'll be a thinker like me.
You'll be able to ward off the rest,
Welcome to my curse, Katie.
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Submission Name: Welcome To My Curse
