Numbers crawl on me and choke me tight,
I twitch, cry and struggle – put up a fight;
I watch the shapes and signs twist and turn,
Moaning at appalling memories they churn;
Integral signs entangling like Grim Reaper,
Vehemently – like the crawling creepers;
Massive cavalries of trig – sine and cosine,
Forcefully march their way into my mind,
I shut the book and fling it out the window
I go to bed, snuggling myself in a pillow;
In my dreams, I traverse afar – into a land,
With no math, with my worst fears canned;
I watch an empire of square roots – topple,
Watching them fall into their own debacle;
I let out an evil laugh, but it lasted a moment,
As what followed next, made my soul lament;
I wake up in a sweat, I had a nasty dream,
A dream, that ripped me off my self-esteem;
I miserably failed in math yet again!
Oh, mind me! Even though it’s been years,
Of dwelling in deep self-loathing and tears;
Years – since I cut ties, shoved it in my past,
I wait in patience for a bandage to be cast;
To heal the wounds, and the scars it left,
For the times, it left me utterly depressed!