First Day.

Slowly emerging from my mothers car, i'm here, today's the day.

My anxiety tells me to get back in, were I am safe, mother and brother present, to make sure i'm okay.

I cannot remember the last time I had so many emotions inside my head,

I'm trying to get clear of the thought that yells 'go back to bed!'

The hustle and bustle makes me fret,

I grapple inside my pocket, and pull out a cigarette.

I lean on the wall and watch the people pass me by,

An empowering stream of thoughts, makes me want to cry.

Mental disorders all flared up, I feel this is the worst i've ever had,

Negative thoughts aside... can it all be that bad?

I gather myself up, i'll take it all in my stride,

My head held high, I start to make my way inside.

I walk in, and am suddenly surrounded by judgmental looks and the smell of old books.

My first lecturer is funny and happy which puts us all at ease,

But personally speaking, his good looks and his whole demenaour, would bring you to your knees.

I made friends today! Which is not something I can often say,

We even stood and spoke a little bit more, at the end of the day.

Time flies, when your having fun,

But still have to admit that I was happy to see my mum.