shelley writes stuff.

Thanks to the Scottish Book Trust for popping this online. This is my first attempt at poetry so... if it's terrible it's terrible.  ‘Rebel’ is a word for other people Rebel is for the innovators, those breaking the rules Whereas for me I am too honest for my own good I always pay in full, never skipping the fare I only cross at the green man, checking both sides I play by the rules, colour within the lines  Even in the day to day, things stay the same Staying in my box, within my little lane Containing myself into a feeling of safety The path, the journey, the proper way Get on the right seats on the right trains All at the same time every day (Unless there are delays. Dismay that things aren’t the right way, the correct way, not to be led astray.) To sit elsewhere, to journey at a different time Is rebellion in the most mundane way But I found myself getting lost in other worlds On screens and through pages Seeing the lives of those more bold and brave Made me r