Jungle Fever

This feeling inside me, it must be let out. Whether it's pain or it's doubt, it's got to be let out. I've been sitting and thinking of the words to say, only to find myself typing another essay. This time it's math, the class I resent. I cannot find a way to relate, so on here I will debate. I write in poem form, sitting in my bathroom bored. I took a quiz today, and now it's past, only this time I do not think I passed. I watched the teacher make some X's, I watched him make some O's but in the end I rose, from my seat to the door to go home and think about it more. I got pist, I got mad, but I didn't let it get me sad. Tomorrow is another day, I think some more, but never forget this day anore. I make up words, like the last one you read, only they don't fit in, they are just said. Thanks for reading, I will say goodnight, I have jungle fever, and it's pretty tight.