Decimals and percents is all you see.
A range of points is all you understand.
Just a number is all to you I be.
Climbing in your box is what you demand.

Inside my mind you can not comprehend,
And do to your closed mind I am stifled.
I know my side none of you will defend.
Though by the real me you would be baffled.

If I was left to be I would be fine,
But due to your demand for the control,
There has now been a break in my life's line.
Your “help” can be more of an obstacle.

Though in your box I will never fit in,
But this time the obstacles will not win.