Chemistry O Chemistry


Here I sit, once again, pondering why

Why did I take this class? Am I crazy?

I tap and tutter, releasing a sigh.

I don't understand; study more, lazy.

Chemistry, O Chemistry, thou art death.

You cut me down and saute happiness.

Tears run down cheeks 'til you can't breathe,

Rage enruptures every movement, fills chests.

Kinetics, thermo, and stoichiometry,

At my worst, I am my best. I'm drowning.

Equilibrium, it is hideous.

What sinkhole has captured me? I'm choking.

A breath of air surfaces, can it be?

I have changed my ill thirty to a "D."


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