The number 8,
Etched in,
Scarred like markings,
On an old school desk.

Traced over,
By an old ballpoint,
8, 8, 8,
It haunts me.

7 is too low,
They’ll figure out,
9 is too high,
Fat, fat, fat,

Why, when it’s,
Just a number,
Not even two,
Does it haunt me?