You can’t call me smart because I know things that no one really needs to know,
because I owe it all to Google and a lonely childhood.
You can’t call me well versed because I know the word “Hippopotomonstrosequippeddaliophobia”,
because I don’t. I just googled “most difficult english word”, did you know it’s the word for “fear of long words”? I don’t know if it’s true, yet still, awesome.
You can’t call me brave because sometimes I try things others won’t even think about,
because sometimes I’m just, literally, careless.
You can’t call me thoughtful because I talk about things you secretly thought about too,
because I just have too much idle time to do anything else but think.
You can’t call me wise because you say I don’t think the way most people say they do,
because I’m bitter and you just don’t know it yet.