Savant
Math could be easy.
I could go to college that way.
I could get a math degree and be rich.
I do all my homework.
To unlock everything.
I play with rocks on the playground.
I don’t know what they are, but I pretend I like rocks and hate people.
I hate running and laughter.
I want to be angsty.
So I can be better.
Then I didn’t go to college, anyway.
I was too busy being smart.
I wish math had been easy.
I could have been rich that way.
But instead, I wasted years.
Learning that I’m not a savant, after all.
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