Genius

I was recently sent this quote of/by a French novelist and thought it made perfect sense:


"To be stupid, and selfish, and to have good health are the three requirements for happiness; though if stupidity is lacking, the others are useless."
Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880)

"Brutal Honesty"

Oldest got wisdom and brains, he uses them well
Youngest got strength, charisma and chances to rebel.

The other one got love and useless artistic “ability”,
“plagued” by his diagnosis, he embraced his futility
He bitched and moaned hiding behind the joke he'd become,
Knowing he was at fault, but blaming everyone else and then some.
Deep down inside he thrived on the agony he fought through,
he could blame everything on it, whether or not it was true
He lives his days in darkness with a “sick” view on reality
and he's constantly avoided for his "pessimistic" mentality
He despises the fire that ignites his depression
but the blaze is fueled by that combustible aggression.
Refreshed and calmed by the pouring rain,
A split second later, he remembers his pain
sits on the floor, he tries to complain
rocks back and forth, I'm clinically insane,
It all starts and ends inside of my brain,
one between my teeth and I'm nothing but a stain,
on the walls, on the floor, but that'll go away they'll find
But the disgrace I've already brought is always on their minds;
"A child so full of joy, then his actions hurt us, no warning, reason or rhyme"
That's the stain that will never go away, even with the bleach of time.
If I kill myself tonight it'll confirm the fears they wanted to hide.
I'm a natural born loser, quitter, and embarrassment even when I died