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In A World

In a world where my mind must be sharp,
I perform to my highest,
But every time my mind gets sharper,
Their temper gets shorter,
Anger rising, I have to escape from their stereotypical border,
Enter the virtual, the endless realm of pixels and glitches,
Of elves and mythical witches,
But see that is only temporary,
For when I sign out I see that reality is scary,
Being Player 1 always made me feel special,
But after awhile of being the only player,
I’ve developed an electric field that’s now built in my layers,
Anti-social and sometimes even anti-emotion,
No matter what world there isn’t a viable potion,
Despite the system there will always be an easter egg,
Something hidden away from civilization or hidden discrete in plain sight,
I venture and I search, but I lack the might,
I look back and I see no light,
Born in the skin of eternal night,
I’m not expected to be as smart as I am,
Answer something in class and I’m a miracle,
But no whip,
In a school where my mind must be sharp,
Is my blade becoming dull,
It feels like a foreign skull,
In game or out, do I rest my head on the grindstone and hope to become sharp again?

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