The fear of error consumes my brain,

   but the concept of intelligence is wrong.

My creativity and knowledge becomes mundane.

   Their learning how to pass will not last long.

I have a lot of heart and dedication,

   but this is not what they are looking for.

No one understands my frustration

   of the work ethic they ignore.

They only look at what is on the paper,

   not the meaning or the concept.

They do not see all of my hard work and labor,

   so simplicity I must accept. 

This is why I hide behind my curtain

for the meaning of intelligence is uncertain.