The feeling of inferrior
Of lacking skill superior
This sad
Depressing
Sorry mind
Grinding - racing against time
Much slower than I want to go
Harder knowing what I know
I think it's hard to understand
For those with narrow mental span
Narrow... true
But oh so quick!
For them to me - A fuse to wick
And so they guess that I don't care
So much worse when you compare
This curse
This sickness will not mend
But last until my bitter end