I lack the new math

Monday Monday Monday
Afterwards comes Tuesday
Just as much a day away
As the next
Every day brings another
And I experience impatience
And I also don't want time to pass
Because I don't know where I want it to go
And I feel pissed off
Mostly because my mom disapproves of the word "pissed"
Really- I feel confusion
I feel no feeling, but loss
Whatever I should be gaining is just running out
Why can't I bottle it up and hold it?
Why is this a skill I have not learned?
There must be something very wrong with me...
Lacking in every way
Lacking every day- but they keep adding up
That's what they do
I think they always equal seven though
but I don't do math
Maybe that's where I went wrong.

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