“The Man Behind The Mind”

People were trying to tell him he was a genius.
He had all the answers,
Knew the world inside out,
But unknown to many was his crippling doubt.

Not just doubt, but unease;
A pressure unmatched
To never stumble or falter,
Not a bruise, not a scratch.

People were trying to tell him he was a genius.
He noticed what others ignored;
They saw just a mind,
Nothing less, nothing more.

Always recognized,
But not always welcome.
Perceived as a robot
Instead of a mind, and then some.

People were trying to tell him he was a genius;
Someone on which they relied.
They copied words down,
Then fell away like the tide.

Slowly he changed,
Forced himself to be wrong.
He altered his genius—
He’d be seen before long.

People were trying to tell him he was a genius,
But he didn’t believe them.
He didn’t want to believe them;
The life of a genius is carefully led.