My Homeland

With lips red as a rose,
my face pale, like a ghost,
I study, in the mountains, where
bitter frost digs through my skin.
 
I sit, by the window, wondering,
why am I here? To learn,
to find a better life, miles
from where I belong? Never, never
will I ever leave my home.
 
Craggy hills, with the color of
my dress, lie nearby. A river,
flowing slowly down behind me, steep 
Mountains afar, shall I never forget.
 
I wish to leave this school.
To spend time, to lie
in the hills. Not having to
worry, not about anything, lying still.
 
The bell rings, a new class
starts. And I too, rushing from
class to class, thinking, what will
happen, when I leave my homeland?