Sometimes math makes me feel blue

When I don’t understand something

It puts me in a bad mood

I guess I just don’t have the aptitude

for math

I slam the door as I exit my room

In search of some food

My mom asks me “what’s with the attitude?”

So I reply “I just need to refuel,”

I return to my desk after I’ve eaten

Because I refuse to be beaten

Back in my room

I continue my q’s

Because what kind of fool wants to stay blue?

To conclude, even if you don’t like math (like me)

You need to put in the effort to succeed.