You give us dreams of genius
And then curse us with mediocrity.
Faith kills, we believe the impossible
And then our failure eats us alive.
Hate begins as a drop of fuel
Which ravages up an indestructible fire.
You created us empty, so we can fit in so much
Pain.

Intangible potential
And deep anguish scalds our souls.
We are but shadows of our creator,
Empty vessels barred from performing our art
And creating an outlet.
No, our ‘self-proclaimed’ genius goes to waste
Only feeding our spoilt insanity.