Stuffy Room
Location
It's stuffy in the room,
As if I'm gonna meet my doom.
I turn around,
And I hear the sound
Of people blabbering about,
And the word, "Math" they shout.
I'm good so they say,
As I help them by day.
They copy my sheet,
But they won't admit defeat,
As they laugh at the problem,
Then ask me to help'em.
I don’t think that they understood,
When I said I hated it for good.
They make me do what I distaste,
And I can’t object cuz my gift would go to waste.
But I persevere,
Because I just want to hear,
As loud as a bell,
That I did well.