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The elements that feed 
gave me special needs, 
I can’t write or read or do my abc’s, 
I can’t count to 3 but you had best believe, 
I receive the signals from your body, 
that’s my hobby, 
when I look I see, 
what your intentions be, 
intimidation seeps 
need to see me weak 
wishing to see me beat 
I see it on repeat 
from entitled freaks 
self conscious geeks 
mind games for weeks 
towards a victory 
then the end defeats 
because you went at me 
I first played this game in my infancy 
you thought you were first 
with your books and words 
but you mistook this verse 
and now the bubble bursts 
intellectually cursed
your amazing brain 
playing the same old game 
gonna bring you shame 
it’s the same again 
those physically inferior 
can’t challenge me 
must be superior 
and attack mentally, 
that’s insecurity,
trying to prove a point 
without moving joints 
but if I’ve the stupidity 
and dumb be me
why in the world do you expel energy 
so that people see you get the best of me 
are you that needy 
when apparently 
it’s so easy 
wasting effort on what will be inevitably be 
a certainty, to happen eventually 
only for you to think of it as a victory 
you seem thick to me 
an audience stood clapping 
you can’t embarrass me 
I make that happen 
I’m a tragedy 
and just for clarity 
you’re a calamity 
think you’re good at hiding things 
no, not nearly 
fingers wearing gold carat rings 
from a charity 
pinky swearing it’s authentic bling 
pigs defying gravity
the elements failed your developments 
by all evidence proud of your malevolence 
you fail your facade 
your true irrelevance 
life is hard 
failing measurements
short of standard size 
I’m hung like elephants 
you’re not the king of kings 
with a pair of silver wings 
flying by the Burj Kalifa 
an attention seeker 
submerged in metres 
of sewage water 
exposed like FIFA 
dumb fat and shorter 
trying to beat me 
because you know I beat you 
though I don’t compete too 
when I’m not beneath you 
I have no need too 
I determine my value 
confident and conscious 
it’s hidden from view 
armed responses 
I’m the rival 
of entitled monsters 
raised delightful 
clueless, bonkers 
light like nightfall 
self praising plonkers, 
I have these special needs 
adhd, an oppressed depressive 
with anxiety 
you think you’re blessed 
but comparatively 
you’re a stress head 
and it’s unsightly 
can’t handle pressure 
while I impressively 
become forever better 
than you will ever be
and if I am special 
then you are needs
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