Remnants Of Dyscalculia In My Head...

The world seems to squeeze,

I cannot even escape. 

Those numbers crawl,

you don't believe me? 

that's okay, no one does.... 

but they crawl out the white board,

like little sickly black worms,

they're so ugly, grotesque,

wriggling and writhing 

they are coming towards me,

they are near,

just a centimeter away....... 

but then the bell rang.

it always saves me, 

I'm the first one to get up and move out... 

that monster near the board glares at me like I'm a criminal,

but I walk out anyway,

At least I can breathe again.....