The Count…by Jessie 1/06

Count the ones that said they cared
Count the times they lied
Count upon, you can not count
This truth you cannot hide
Count how many times they left
Divide it by returns
Ad it to the times it took, just for you to learn
Count up all the good days,
You had within the year
Subtract it from the bad days
A negative appears
Count up all the sorrys,
Each one has had to say
The meaningful a fraction;
Little price to pay
Count the quantum leaps you took,
With your heart in hand
Count the times right after,
Empty where you stand
Count the times you lay your head,
On the pillow just to dream
Count the times you’ve woken up,
Hearing yourself scream
Now stop and sharpen up the lead
One more problem to be solved
At what point do you stop the count
And let yourself resolve?

One plus five
I’ve got nothing to hide
Three plus two
I don’t love you
Ten minus six
You made me sick

Politope, politope
Tell me your name
Because I need a quick way
To get off of this plane

I've got that mid-night
Fist fight
Thrill of the flight
With a chest tight feeling
That something's not right

But when I've got that extra power
All will remember my name
It's strange
How we are all the same in this respect

We have been kidding ourselves
For our entire life
It is we who must change
So to better ourselves
For the sake of human kind

I wish the news would show
The things that should happen
But it don't
Instead it shows
The things that shouldn't
To make sure we don't grow
A pair of politopes
Politope
Tell me your name
Because I need  quick way
To get off of this plane

I've got that mid-night
Fist fight
Thrill of the flight
With a chest tight feeling
That something's not right

But when I've got that extra power
All will remember my name

When you've got that extra power
It will soon let you down
When you figure out
Beyond all doubt
That all things come back to one place
Where no-one remembers your name

We have been kidding ourselves
For our entire life
It is we who must change
So to better ourselves
For the sake of human kind

I was reflected over the x-axis
And then translated into the third quadrant
All negative coordinates
On my three vertices

I admit I'm not good at math no matter what I try
Me + You should equal 2 but now it seems we're 5
Without you I am less than one, I can't take you from I
At least there's one I do real good and that is multiply

—formula for your endings; for these numbers to fade away, bespeaking something of infinity, i hear you laugh; beside you, i am only counting, continuing.

People say you won't use the things you learn in higher math
in real life: if x is this and y is this solve for z.

But finding a lost variable is vital to social survival.
If x is how long you've been talking, and y is how interesting you are, solve for how annoyed they are at you.

You then take this answer and use it as b in the equation of your self-worth where a is your natural talent at anything and c squared is how the expression on others faces change when they see you. Then raise all of this to the power of m, which here means your economic status and solve for s or how valuable of a person you are.

But even with this answer, there is some doubt: a fear that you rounded a number wrong or dropped a negative. You think s was positive, but that could have been a mistake so you run these calculations over and over... waiting to be worthless.