by Amy Wilber

Created on: February 01, 2009

I dream no dreams,

And I sleep no nights.

I have no friends.

But I am well known.

The president and I have lunch.

But I am no general.

I am twelve.

No longer in school.

My honor cords rest on a chair.

The diploma framed.

My Ph.D. is now attained.

There is no practice for a child.

My IQ stands in 200+.

Simple people bore me.

Who am I?

I figure out equations.

Make new discoveries.

My name is plastered everywhere.

Where do I turn?

How do I escape?

I feel too old,

To be hugged and kissed,

By the parents I so love.

Who or what am I?

I am not normal.

That is what I am.

As to who?

Only you can tell me.

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