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The girl who played with maths lay in her bed
Her brain danced with equations and solutions,
Puzzles and dilemmas.
Every day was taken up with a problem to be solved.
She was sought after, consulted, offered advice
In her field, she was the top gun.
Socially awkward she struggled with friendships
Like the rabbit in the headlights
She had no ease when it came to other people
She found them confronting
Small talk was not her go
She had no interest in pursuing it
So, others found her difficult to be with
It was much simpler to withdraw,
Pretend to be busy, occupied with heady things
When in reality she craved company
Contact, interactions where she could be herself.
So, she found safety in a tub of calculus,
interlaced with a statistic or two,
a plentiful supply of x’s and y’s,
parentheses and coefficients.
But no amount of denial could change her realisation
Her life was more nonlinear than linear.