Numbers.
You are an old friend and when I say old friend I mean old enemy
You were the kid that teased me on the playground
The one that followed my every move,
My every sound,
The one that teased me because I couldn't keep up with your curves and your sharp edges
When you were around, I always felt like I was standing on the ledge
Like even the smallest of movement could send me spiralling down into the crashing waves of humiliation below me
So when you were around, I kept my mouth shut like a lock was placed on my lips praying and hoping that no one would see
See that I was afraid of you
No I wasn't afraid of you
I was afraid of the humiliation of not knowing you
I wasn't in your group
I couldn't tell you 6 times 3 but i could tell you what the words felt like as they flowed through my body and onto the paper in front of me
Numbers, you are my mystery but the words that came from my head into my pen are what kept me from going insan
