I Am INTJ (Poem)

An architectural genius who no one wants to hire
Forever cursed by the incessant judgement of morons who can’t, won’t, or don’t know how to think for themselves
Plagued by the disease of addiction that stems from being outcasted by cultural norms and moronism
Haunted by a mind that wont shut up
Ridiculed for having a death stare
Mocked for pacing around, talking to myself
Insulted for having a mind of my own
I am the INTJ

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