I Am A Mathematician?
I am searching
For the answer
Of who I truly am.
I'm looking in the area
Underneath a curve,
As if it somehow
Holds the definition
Of my existence.
I'm finding the derivative
Of all my years,
Searching desperately for
The rate of change,
As if I am merely
Who I can become,
And not who I am.
I'm sequencing my achievements
And trying to find out
Whether there's a pattern,
As I am only a sum
My works.
When I calculate
The force of myself
As I barrel through life,
I get scared.
I'm growing up.
I'm only 15.
Why do I need to put a label on myself?
Do I really need
Calculus and physics
To find my self worth?
No.
I don't think so.
No equation
Can define me.
Only I can define me.
I am more than a sum of my parts.
I am beauty,
And madness,
And logic,
And mystery.
I can calculate the motion,
Of heavenly bodies
But not the madness of people.
Not even myself.