Dear Maths,I am sick of your (x),
Why do you treat me like I am your ex?
Your problems,I don't want to solve,
But why do you want me to involve?


Do you get my thing?
I feel like you're running after me with a ring.
I don't want to be your bride,
Always telling me that you'll be the one to guide.


You pressure me with so much load,
And I want to be dead ,when the teacher calls me on the board.
Solving you is no fun,
And if you will continue,I will shoot you with a gun.


-----------Erum Ahmad