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.