Untitled - Pt.1 Poem by rosa yellow

my brain could be strange and obscure
nothing could hurt me when she's my secure
nothing could hurts more than losing myself
but nothing could haunt me when i can ignore

i'm not entirely exhausted
but i do feel hungry while nauseous
she's the one i crave and rely on
but what is it just makes my obnoxious?

this isn't just writing — it's what I'm feeling
teacher, am I numbing or healing?
in charge, but never in full control
no voice in the room, balloon near the ceiling

unfolded, im a kid with problems
some math questions, dont know how to solve them
don't need to hear my voice, you know im here
i'm a mixture of functions and equations, just trying to pass the examination