Proof! Poem by Timothy Long

Such deppressing is this genius,
all illness of early ages,
to some this is a blessing,
what a waste to me,
the origin has died,
of this talent passed is proof,
time is clicking by,
i should start a problem soon,
sister why are you so mad?
is this so bad to be clinical,
this attention wont go away,
an episode to go through,
they won't believe me you know,
never ignore the brilliance,
if you do no one will care,
your a genius what happened?
you tricked, got laid, given to much credit,
well into getting older... it stifles the brain apparently,
maybe, maybe you'll be better,
the fear locked it up,
for that love to open it up,
Here!
start to talk,
it might become elegant, will you?
collaborating where another left off,
to move or to stay,
a shame to say! to mental illness is genius!
a cold front like a zombie tale,
genetics and such prestiege,
got to get close,
maybe a relation will spread,
or maybe he does care without using her,
will a move be neccassary,
for a family doesnt care,
none thats there,
written all there is to right,
quite franlkly,
all is gone but true,
left with love and confusion,
is the two who,
started cold but melted,
is that fair?
or a tale?
ment to be,
you see, thats the proof,
as love should.