I Am A Wild One In My Own World

• Kursha Devincentis, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2012

There I'm standing, tall and slim, with the cheekiest and naughtiest sly grin. I close my eyes and start to imagine, I'm down in the street, causing trouble and refusing to sleep. I start to stare at everything in front of me, I imagine I am sitting quiet and still. I look around and realise I'm in jail. I look at all those furious faces. I close my eyes, I start a vision, and I imagine me saying, "What am I doing? Why am I sitting in a jail? What have I done?" I open my eyes and wake up from my dream. I start to focus and get back on track, and then I think. There I'm standing, tall and slim, without the cheeky and naughty sly grin. I say to myself" I'm glad I'm not that person, a person down in the street, causing trouble and refusing to sleep".