Truths

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I was smart, but was never good at math.

"The numbers don't lie," my teacher would say.

This theory of rationality left my consciousness

A duller black and white than the atmosphere of the room

Once I walked into it already brawling a headache.

 

Statistics...

A logical analysis of my life,

Was but a matrix of recorded numbers.

This was truth.

 

7.2 billion people,

2,396 students,

4.0 GPA I can't get,

100+ pimples,

8 degree crooked nose,

4 eyes,

3 chipped teeth,

2 uneven ears,

12 dollar shoes,

98 floor tiles from Chem to History,

62 immense High School football players,

125 pounds,

5 feet, 6 inches,

0 games I played,

0 yesses to prom,

0 texts in my phone.

 

What should be the highlighted times of my life,

Looked like highlighted problems in my math book.

These numbered problems were the truth;

This logic defined my smallness.

But a number did escape my view:

There is only 1 genuine me,

And I'd say that makes me flawless.

 

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