No one's watching me right now... I'm outside and there aren't any guards
I don't even have to show up for another thirty minutes No one would even think to look for me until then
I could just run off through the trees And never come back
I could go on the road north (Probably by hitchhiking) And be in the international city Where no one would find me
Why should I stay here? My peers taunt me And treat me like a contagion Those in charge of us Find me to be a troublemaker And exclude me from groups for it And I'm always bored with our work I finish hours before the day is out
I could just leave this island And never come back
....I could do it...
....they'd catch me I can't get off of the base Without climbing over razor-wire topped fences Or swimming over open water fully clothed And if I tried the gate The gaurd would easily stop me
I could hide inside the complex But when they've realized I've escaped The military police will be called And they will comb the base Cornering me until I'm surrounded
I'm going to be released in one year, anyways. I can make it one more year, can't I?
Can I?
I don't have another choice, Unless someone were to help me Sneak a sailboat into my escape route
Hold on, girl It's only one more year
Wait, am I late for class? I've got to get back Before they notice that I'm gone
Sorry, this is more of a soliloquy than a poem. This is basically an internal conversation that I had with myself every day in sixth grade. I lived in Florida on a military base at the time, and I just hated school. The work was to easy and boring, the teachers had a hard time dealing with me and my behaivor when I acted up, and the other kids liked to pick on me. I was a teacher's assistant to another teacher durring study hall, and I had thirty minutes every day with nothing to do, as I had finished my job and lunch hadn't started yet. My school's hallways were outdoors, and there were no teachers watching in between classes, so every day in that thirty minutes of free time, I would stand in the hallway and fantasize about running away to Miami. This poem/monologue were my thoughts in sixth grade.