“A geek!” they cry,
But I’m not a trend to pass by.
The teacher glances
A frown, a silent glance.
Laughter scatters like falling rain,
But I remain firm, unshaken.
Eyes roll, fingers point,
But in my heart, I won’t disappoint.
What they miss,
Is the fire within.
Worlds I build, dreams I chase,
I move forward with steady grace.
Call me a geek,
But what you speak
Is...
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