Time to Think
If one other person asks me# what I intend to do now,# I think I will scream.
Such a shame, they say. 
She was doing so well at school. 
They know nothing about# what I was doing at school.
Sure I got good grades and all that,# but what does that tell you?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Just because some poor faded geek# with no real life gives me great marks# all over the place,# it doesn’t mean anything.
He probably thinks# he is encouraging me or something.
Raising my self-esteem.
I don’t want his encouragement.
My self-esteem is doing fine# thank you very much. 
Compared to some of the other people around here,# I’m probably some kind of genius or something. 
They sit there, looking at the teacher,# yes sir, no sir,# whatever you say sir.
Where are their brains? Do they never think for themselves?
Off to the library they trot,# comparing notes and arranging dates.
It will work out. Somehow.
That pained look in Mom’s eyes# when she tries so hard# to not ask me where I’m going.
You going out?
All thin and strained,# trying hard not to look me in the eye.
Too right, I’m going out. 
Drives me crazy this place. 
But I am not going back,# whatever they say.
I just need to take some time.
Time to think.
It will work out. Somehow.