Math 

Multiplication feels chaotic, like doubles going wild.

When division is like tricky fractions used in cooking.

It's full of chaos, like a game of blowing bubbles.

Sorry, math class has a meeting scheduled.

Then there’s addition, like me plus you on summer nights.

Or subtraction, removing drama and growing away from friends.

Life is like bits of experiences, and losing friends hurts.

The crushes and relationships of teenagers, with all the dramatic breakups.

The area of a space base times the height of a square.

Or the area of a triangle is base times height times 0.5.

Like a trigger for stress and anger, all the anxieties.

But I just want to drive down a peaceful old dirt road.

But itching away with our sanity, sitting there for hours

While many operations are for the days of school