Lifes Tortures

I sit, my eyes piercing into this void

I know what is in front of me

My brain in full capacity

Ready to explode

This blank stare comes from one thing in my life

Searching, thinking, and dreading

What is it, why is it, how

The questions fly through my mind

Then I feel it deep inside

The needles stabbing into my brain

Who could have come up with this?

Slopes, graphs, intercepts, and inequalities

Why do I torture myself with this?

Then it happens

No blood, but a big lump on the table

An indentation of my head

Smashed into my laptop

I hate Algebra