Math: never my strong suit

I tried to balance my passion

With arts by playing the flute

Trying to build my skills in a different fashion

Direvitives and graphs never seem to stick

I try my hardest, night and day

But these numbers have me licked

My geometry seen as a horror display

For years I always tended to dread

About the skills that I seemed to lack

Would leave me in a cardboard box, dead

Never thinking to look beyond and look back

At all the skills that I seem to possess

I just wrote a poem about math with no stress

Maybe even without math, I can still impress