That Problem

I'm that problem right in front of you trying to appeal to your context clues, so I make up some names and I tell you a story hoping I entertain you enough
that you don't ignore me and pass along to my friends down the way thinking they've got something better to say.

Now I see the look on your face and I know I'm why you hate this place I've seen it before and though nothing is said I know exactly whats going through your head. Sometimes its "why me, sometimes its "if only ...", sometimes its "it would be so great if I could just relate". I can see that from just looking at you but can you tell that I'm thinking that too?

Some say they feel bad and give me an excuse. Some say their parents said they shouldn't do it. But there's a word goin round that just hurts my ears some people are sayin the only reason I'm here is to make you feel shame like I'm the one to blame. They say to ignore me is what you should do and to do it quickly before I get to you. They say that "only a few can help me" and those that can will do so eventually. So they say "pass on by" and not to even try when in life or in class you're met with that problem in math.

My Thoughts

My thoughts are dramatic been locked away in the attick for years and only brought to life through fears of death, but on they last breath they decided to take a stand against envy and jealousy, against greed and conspiracy, against all the corruption I see. Honestly, these thoughts are a new breed that breeds on themselves see its impossible to keep em locked on shelves. Now I've got people tellin me what they mean - tryin to imply that I'm mean, sayin they know better than me. I'm the center of conspiracy theories. I've got people comin to get me. They tryin to silence me. They tryin to keep me quiet, scared I might start a riot, cause I can explain the game they use to keep people tame, and I use words that you can relate to, so you wont walk away all confused. I've got thoughts that'll take you to class while we on the court make you miss that layup, turn around like "what the fuck?". Some say I've mastered the mysterious. Some say its just sadness and mischievous. Enemies wish I just sat back eatin Cheerios, But I've got a brain to pick
while they pickin they nose.