As a little girl,

My little world

Was filled with numbers.

Not a day goes by without

Seeking the treasures,

And finding the goods.

Numbers made me feel whole.

As once I stood

The numbers were my friends.

But lately,

I feel like rebelling,

What was once a childhood friend,

Is no more.

Instead words come easier now,

And numbers are just left in the dust,

By sides the bookshelf.

As I turn into adulthood,

I just stare at my old friends,

My numbers,

The once passion I had is no more.

And there I stayed confused,

Till numbers don't greet me no more.