The first grade
you paint
letter “A” and they applaud.
Forty
you are
totally overboard.
Mighty
crowd
may rise you in your eyes
They say
you're cool
But they always tell the lies
And I beg them:
Please shut up now
You are all talented I know
And I beg them:
Engrave it on your face
You're not talented at all
The wreck song
the dumb verse
A photo with a gradient.
Genius
thinking
you're an art accident.
Counting
thumbs up
you lose the only chance to rise
higher
higher
It's so hard to recognize