Intelligence

People tell me,

"I wish I were as smart as you."

No you don't.

I wish I were stupid.

I long for it,

I crave it,

The way an addict craves their drug.

The sweet bliss of ignorance,

The peace of inane life,

Would be glorious

Compared to this cursed cognizance.

When you know you're smart,

You work your hardest.

You poor yourself

Into your work

Because you know you can do it.

And when you come up short,

They sigh and say,

"You're too smart for this."

So you keep trying,

Keep pushing and pushing

But never quite reaching perfection.

Eventually, you give up.

Give up, because 

You'll never, ever

Be enough.

It's better to be stupid

Then to always come up short.