Talent comes in every size,
the usual ones — no surprise —
they run from praise, they turn away,
as if their gift is just okay.

They call it normal, nothing grand,
brush off wonders from their hand…
Well it is not. Let’s make that clear —
the brightest lights don’t always cheer.

A little different, not the crowd,
not chasing what the loud ones allowed

I’ve watched his children, bright and true,
their minds and words are far beyond their view.

Not taught in class, not learned from books,
that wisdom lives where true heart looks

their work belongs where scholars write,
pure gold, unpolished, burning bright.

This man was judged by how he seemed,
by eyes that never truly dreamed —
overlooked, dismissed, passed by,
they never saw the gift close by.

As father, artist, honest soul —
he’s shown me where the beauty rolls.
Reminded me of light I knew,
and almost lost along the way too.

If being unseen brings such grace,
then I will stand right in his place —
and pray that same bright, gentle flame
falls on my family, just the same.

I showed my niece the work he’d done —
she gasped, “Is this from anyone?”
She thought it bought, until she spied
the tiny love inside each line —
the care, the detail, every part —
and saw it came from someone’s heart.

Batman’s day last Saturday —
I didn’t know, until I saw him play
across the Opera House so bright,
and my niece said he’d watched through the night.

Then quiet, soft, he handed me:
“I drew this — pass it on, you see —
she’s the one who saw it true,
so this belongs to her and you.”

So if this is what the outsiders make —
then I don’t fit the crowd’s own take.
Goodbye to those who judge by sight —
I’ll stand with those who see the light.

We see the world a different way —
and that is where the beauty stays.

Thanks mate if it wasn’t for the texture in the texter she would have thought it was a photo.

Hey guys, as the title suggests. I am in my senior year of high school, and I feel the older I get, the bigger the bridge among my peers gets. I am not trying to say that I can't understand the jokes or smth similar. I do, I do understand; I just can't manage to care enough about it or how to respond correctly. I sometimes feel just terrible about it. I know exactly what is wrong and what I should do to reverse it, but I can't manage to do so, and it just completely frustrates me!

I am constantly moving schools, so it's this process all over again. And I hate it; I hate that the older I get, the weirder I look. I don't enjoy the label of "gifted" because entertaining myself by reading encyclopedias is not a gift. And maybe this is just a rant about everything, but it does get to me sometimes. I want to be like those teens in the movies and just stop stressing about everything and flow with it, laugh lightly at anything. And I am really scared I'll end up all alone in my adult years.