Math - Poem by Casey Lyon
Math echoes the halls everyday.
When it reaches my ears, I flinch every time.
Math is torture for me.
Learning all about pi, square roots, formulas, and other things.
Why was math invented!
Why does it have to be pure torture?
I hate math, no wait…I absolutely loathe math.
I will never understand math and that’s final!
No more math for me, it makes my brain dizzy!
But I have to learn math.
We have to use math everyday.
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