MENTALLING MATHEMATICS

My Mathematics marks make me shudder,

It’s like the sky’s lightening and thunder.

Black clouds all around,

Are like the taunting sound.

The unlucky number 68,

Is now a part of my fate.

Doing Mathematics I often wonder,

What’s the use of this endeavour?

A Loser! A Failure! That’s me,

I say all this with a glee.

No one affected by my feeling,

I am here in my poem left bleeding.

Already I am an idiotic,

Slowly turning psychic.

Where is the Almighty?

                                   He must come to cool my anxiety.