Infinity

My dread of math -

infinite.

Why must it be so complicated?

Math reasoning may be the authority on your scoring sheets

but it's not the boss of me.

Because there is no math reasoning.

It's all just a bunch of lies people made up to make sense

of a nonsensical world.

My love of music -

infinite.

Why must it only be on Sundays?

I want to be challenged

but I love it all anyway.

I hate the nerves but I love the stardom.

Whatever it is

I feel good.

My ecstasy of you -

infinite.

Why must you be... feel... so far away?

Even if it's just talking

I swear.

I just want you to know I love you.

I don't know how to show it

because there are only so many ways.

My anger of people I don't agree with -

infinite.

Why must you refuse to listen?

You're insufferable

and I hate it.

I matter too.

We can't all be gorgeous teen royalty

You're models on a runway and I'm not.

My indifference of boys -

infinite.

Why must you be so crazy?

I've learned not to care

because there's only one for me right now.

He's everything and the rest doesn't matter.

They're not even on my radar

and yet they always ask me for answers to every obvious question.

My annoyance of my peers -

infinite.

Why must you be so reliant?

They think I'm some kind of genius

when I have no idea what I'm doing.

I can make it look like I understand.

That's it isn't it

my professionalism makes you trust my vague answers.

My opinions are infinite

it's not always a good thing.