Gone Poem by Katie Huntress

i look outside at the deep, blue sky
the clouds are pure white and the moving so slowly,
the teahcer is talking about some english thing,
but i can't get myself to pay attention,
i am thinking too much,
i wish this was a dream,
so i could wake up and find myself as someone else,
but i know i can't because this isn't a dream,
it is reality, i feel the pain,
i look back outside and the cloudes are gone.