Walking through the gate was frightening
Being surrounded by older, taller, more experienced people
Afraid of the never ending halls
Afraid of getting lost on my journey from class to class
Terrified of the work and the new people I would soon greet

Middle of the year was like being caught in the eye of a thunderstorm
The chaos, the friendship, the drama, the work
Oh the work!
At times I thought I would crack
Just shatter to the floor, unable to continue
I lost hope that I would make it

Often I felt doubt
On who I was, how I looked, how I acted
I even lost courage in myself because I didn’t know what I wanted
Even if I did, I wouldn’t know where to start to achieve it
I gave up trying, thinking how could I even compete
When these older, taller, more experienced people already know

By the end of the year as I walk out the gates to leave
I soon realized I didn’t have to worry and lose hope,
Because even though these people are older and taller,
Doesn’t mean they know what they want or how to get it either