Number Trap

From school days I struggled
Numbers making me feel strangled
Exponents, permutations, combinations
Triggering severe perspiration



Calculating change to be gotten
Hoping I have not forgotten
The basics of subtraction
Worrying every time to distraction

Now I play only with words
And yet the tyrannical numbers
Do not give me any consideration
When I post and await appreciation!

Keeping me wrapped
The curves and lines a trap
Making a bean counter of me
Number of likes boosting self esteem

The hand holds the phone
But the phone has a stranglehold
An extension I cannot do without
Even if numbers leave me much in doubt.

What do they measure, the likes and comments?
Neither they hone nor assess effort
An illusion in a world of illusion
A false sense of adulation

Come back to here and now
Be true to what you know
Draw lines and break free
Ignoe the numbers, don't be owned by it.