They seem to know the answer so well.
In my class, few math wizards I can tell
Waiting for the bell to ring I prefer
There's so much X's and Y's to tackle.
In Trigonometry class, my life is over
With lessons so difficult, I really can't go further
I just can't deal with numbers; I just cant I just can't!
For just once, I wish numbers could be my friend.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PoetryIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...