My Mind

By Elizabeth

Hello, get me out, I am trapped in my mind

It is so much more horrible than anything I can find.

Let me start on first base, how this horrible thing came to be in the first place.

Well I was walking not far, when what should appear,

But a very old gypsy, holding a mirror.

“My dear,” she did say “What a glorious day! Why would a fine lady like you want to play?”

You must be so bored, with no mind now to search.

I shall let you do just that, so come with me to the church.”

So I did, but inside we did not go, but out to the graveyard all covered in snow. She took out a book and read it though quick,

Then she spun me around until I felt sick. When I opened my eyes, though I’m not sure I did,

All I saw was darkness,

Because I was a kid,

I followed a trail of little gold things,

Then I was lifted right up as if I had wings.

So I’m telling you, yelling at you “LET ME BE FREE!”

Just like a branch on a sycamore tree.

I’m trapped! Get me out! I hate it in here! But I’ll never get out, well at least that’s what I fear.

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Illustration created in MS Paint by Elizabeth

When I saw my report card

I screamed with fear

For I was to have Mr. Mcslime

For a teacher next year

I screamed and I twitched

Surely my report must have been switched!

I cried and I sobbed

I let tears run down my cheek

It’s not my report card!

It was as though the ceiling has a leak

There were puddles all over my classroom floor

Then all of a sudden there was a knock on the door

And a man walked in I didn’t cry any more

He gave me a hankie, and asked what was wrong

And I told my story, and all of along,

Who would have guessed,

As he soon ran out of time

I saw on his nametag,

“Mr. McSlime”