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The story between math and me,
Is like swimming the length of the deep blue sea:
The hatered runs](https://image.staticox.com/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.vertvonline.info%2F7685%2F52e5c95fe8be13054aa4562840df4ba3f9dce6f8r1-735-510v2_hq.jpg)
The story between math and me,
Is like swimming the length of the deep blue sea:
The hatered runs deep and cold,so long...
Together; we just don't belong.
It started at the very top
That's when I knew I'd begun to stop.
In fact it was the day when I asked who,
Or what the heck was two plus two!
Numbers,numbers, everywhere!
Numbers were killing me in every nightmare!
Then by slow measures came the cyanide.
By the end of multiplication class I was terrified.
I swear by then,I could almost see,
Fragments of my brain floating right in front of me.
Numb-ers indeed,I agreed as I felt numb
And dumber than I always thought I was dumb.
There were those spawns of Satan at the pit of every page!
Dictating the years,dates and even my age!
But a little older as I grew,
We stopped playing with two and two.
Now we dealt with squares and cubes
And how long the water dipped out the tubes
Why was this important? no one asked or knew
Neither why there was a square out of the blue
What happened to the rectangle?
What was the crime of the triangle?!
I shouldn't have asked , because right after that,
The constructions came and rolled me flat.
They were laughing at me,I knew then,
Mocking the remnants of my brain.
My skull became a hospital bed,
The neurons around me,playing dead.
But sometimes I think math is just sad,
Like I am when I think about what we could have had.
Sometimes I feel the digits asking me,loud and clear
And I ask back in the same sad tone,to my fear,
Like the fatal revelation between a husband and a wife;
"What have we done to each other's lives?"
But all we're left with is an empty fate,
Because,can we really escape the things we hate?
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(no offense meant to the ones who like math,just my opinion)
*a spur of the moment poem ... It just happened while I was working my ass off on an annoying sum but the answer just wouldn't come! I haven't been able to write rhyming poems for sometime now... So when instead of numbers words started rhyming inside my head,this happened.*
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![Ever meant to be?-[IMG=Y5J]
The story between math and me,
Is like swimming the length of the deep blue sea:
The hatered runs](https://image.staticox.com/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.vertvonline.info%2F7685%2Fb7abc3f33103dfae6fb14a21e8fde7166715def6r1-735-510v2_hq.jpg)
Comments (20)
This is too true- oof, the pain of mathematics 🧮 🤧 :pensive: :skull:
Reply to: :cherry_blossom: A Primrose Of Potential :cherry_blossom:
I agree... So agree!
The torture is REAL!
So dang relatable
Reply to: yathaw
Same here... Just don't know how to do better at it anymore... :persevere:
Math and i..? We do NOT understand each other
Reply to: scholar007
:satisfied: 🤣
Reply to: yathaw
I know ... My whole family is good with numbers, my sister is the best at math... So I stick out like a sore thumb...
I just had to put all that remorse into a poem...
This is hella funny :skull:
It sure was supposed to be... Im glad you liked it!! :grin:
I felt this :joy: Great work. It’s nice to read something that makes me laugh. :clap:
I'm so glad you liked it... Thanks for reading :grin:
Hey, love the lighthearted-ness here... It flows well too!
Poor math... It's really our friend you know...
Reply to: Mostly Harmless
THANK YOU!!
Of course it is... Really tried to keep us together, but my brain could never function numbers like everyone else...