Escape

Escape – a poem by Lexie Dobson aged 13

There are many ways to escape. Like looking at far away landscapes. Or getting lost in thought. It’s funny because when I have those deep thoughts, I always seem to get myself in a knot. Of questions without answers like potatoes without planters.

I wonder sometimes if people think the way I do, if they wonder if they could sue that one mean person in class or run away and let time pass, if they think like I do then how come they can’t understand the things I think and do.

If, if, if.

If I speak out, how do I know I won’t be silenced,

If I speak a thought I have, how can I know that I won’t be shut down because it’s not “normal”,
it’s just seen as weird, that’s why I seem to have this fear.

And just stay silent with these thoughts inside my head dancing around like little kids with their mothers trying to put them to bed,

So I find ways to escape in the sounds of music and the bustling crowd as I look at a landscape with people walking around.

So maybe one could call me a quiet girl but maybe, just maybe I’m trying to find the beauty in this harsh and unfair world.