The Gifted One

His name was Brian
Just twelve years old
With a genius mind
But a soul so cold

Picked on at school
Called many a name
Though he insulted back
It was not the same

His life was hell
For being so smart
All the abuse he got
Turned black his heart

And so then one day
In his chemistry class
Brian mixed a poison
That was clear like glass

With one small drop
He sank to the floor
His genius mind
Proved right once more

At his school memorial
One final insult done
As his class-mates named him
‘The Gifted One’

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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