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"Wow, so you're an engineer!?"
I hear it again and again,
I want it to stop, to end.
To have it acknowledged,
that it shouldn't be acknowledged.
.
"You must be smart!"
They gawkingly assume,
Stating their lack of knowledge.
They state their ignorance,
By ignoring mine.
.
"Shut up!" I scream,
At least inside where none is heard,
But smile pleasantly instead.
They pretend to know me,
Know who I am.
.
.
The oldest of all my families,
I am the centre, the head,
I bear the burden of all those.
Even those outside,
rest upon my shoulders.
.
To look down into the eyes,
And cry inside while knowing,
All the better, the sooner they fall.
Eventually, they will stop,
And will be better for it.
.
To rise slowly, stopping,
Knowing those I dwarf will overtake,
They will rise to heights I have touched not.
All I can do is stretch,
While they still grow.
.
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And so I stand tall, for now,
Awaiting the day they are taller.
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