You Are Still Here Math
Dear Math,
I don’t like you
I don’t hate you because I seem to need you
Even though you curse me out
And I could never understand your ways
You teach me a lesson, and then I forget about once it comes to test
You stand there, arms folded, grinning maliciously
You watch my heartache
I don’t even bother to solve all the problems you give me
And I rather cheat on you, than be with you any longer
But I can’t
You are still here
You are stupid and unwanted
But after a while the way you treat me makes me feel stupid and unwanted
Math, you are despicable
I thought you were only needed to a certain extent
However, we meet days beyond recall again
Year after year, you end up in my hands
I stare at you, and I want to cry
You are not precious nor innocent like a child
You are a growing problem
That is drenched in my imaginable tears
But I never really cry
because I know
You are still here
You open your arms to a particular group
And I was never a member
You are fire still standing in the rain
Why do I need you right now?
You cause me so much pain
I’m getting older
Every answer, I can search elsewhere
However, you are waiting for me
On my college's footsteps
Tougher and crueler than ever
Still glaring in disappoint
I guess I need you
Although, I still will never get you
And I will never like you
But I know you’ll be with me forever
That’s why you are still here
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