Statistically Irritated

I am so obsessed with a number its driving me insane!

I’m kind of annoyed today

This damn point eight percent is standing in my way

A fraction of a percent is holding me back

I keep looking and checking, I’m getting off track

I’m losing sight of my priorities

Why does this arbitrary number affect me?

I should be satisfied, with the writing alone

This number reveals a side I’ve rarely shown

It’s a side I frankly try and hide away

But it’s been rediscovered today

A side that is so fiercely focused on accolades

A burning desire that rarely fades

It is the driving force behind my creativity

Then why do I hide it away?

Why do I not embrace that side, channel it?

When I use it often what I write is a hit

While my works don’t garner critical fame

I still love to write them just the same

So why then am I haunted by a number?

I feel I need to stop and try to remember

The main reason I write and share this

Even if it isn’t popular and considered a miss

It lets me express feelings, I have no other way of expressing

It’s like you all are my church, and I’m here confessing

The sins I hold within my mind

Hoping you will comfort me and tell me it’s fine

Help me cope with my self-induced lament

All over this insignificant point eight percent.

Author's Note

I look forward to hearing your thoughts and opinions. Review if you like.

Reviews

[Annie]

I think this poem really expresses your frustration. It rhymes but it's in one long verse which appropriately represents what you are feeling. Its as if you're venting and I can really hear you. Good job!

[Joshua McNay]

Thank you. I was venting and it felt pretty good to let it out. Thanks for reading.