I cannot do Maths,
I've tried and tried and tried,
But every time I get the answer wrong,
It just keeps wounding my pride.

I have an ulcer on my lip,
That is keeping me from comfort eating,
So when a sum doesn't add up,
I can feel confusion fleeting.

You frown at me in bewilderment,
"But what on earth do you mean?"
"This is the most simple sum that I have ever seen!"
Alright! You ignorant *****! I don't understand Maths!

And am not going to put up with that patronizing sort of crap!

Waiting at the corner,
For you to notice me.
My hope hits the ground,
Like an Autumn leaf from a tree.

I check my watch and notice,
An hour has passed.
I guess that's all it takes,
To thoroughly smash my heart.

He danced like an idiot,
Just a clash of uncontrollable limbs,
And an array of contorting ****** expressions.

Why are you so angry?
I've never understood,
This heart of sweet intentions,
Left bruised and of no good.

The songs we sing do not please you,
Because you do not seem to care.
Everything is over-commercialized,
As you run a strained hand through your hair.

You told me you wanted to talk,
So I asked "what about?"
Then you avoided the question completely,
As if I'd began to shout.

I don't see the point in keeping secrets,
When it all is revealed in the end,
And is it worse for it to be revealed,
To your enemy or to your best friend?

You cannot oppress your feelings,
and that is perfectly fine,
So just let people know,
One person at a time.

A black book of feelings lies on my bedroom floor,
Beside an abandoned book of rambling,
That left my brain sore.

My foot is tapping to my heartbeat,
As my blood is pumped round and round.
While my ears explore the silence,
Of the things that can't be found.

A revolutionary thought appears,
To quickly disappear again,
So I curse my brain remembering that memory isn't my friend.

And my tongue stutters and trips over itself,
Making fools out of my teeth,
As I tell my friends they're materialistic,
For not realizing what's best lies underneath.