Not A Number

Decimals and percents is all you see. A range of points is all you understand. Just a number is all to you I be. Climbing in your box is what you demand. Inside my mind you can not comprehend, And do to your closed mind I am stifled. I know my side none of you will defend. Though by the real me you would be baffled. If I was left to be I would be fine, But due to your demand for the control, There has now been a break in my life's line. Your “help” can be more of an obstacle. Though in your box I will never fit in, But this time the obstacles will not win.