The first day of school always leaves me in tangled hair 

The words ¨It's your first day!¨ eternally keeps me in a scare 

The outfit picked out for months lying neatly on the floor. 

To my backpack ready to go waiting at the door. 

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The knots in my hair grow tighter and tighter. 

As I approach the building institution with legs of fear, 

Endlessly thinking of the books, tests, and knots that are near. 

I take a deep breath and try to calm down, 

Paste on a smile and make sure to avoid a frown. 

I sigh as I peer at my hair, I wish I was feeling lighter. 

As I walk into my first class I stumble and stop. 

I see I must pick a seat, my stomach begins to drop. 

The baby blue chairs glaring and laughing at me. 

My feet turn into glue, I attempt to move slowly. 

Twisted tumbled knots, oh my poor hair. 

I consider rushing right out. 

My hair continues to scream and shout. 

I take a small step and realize I am flying the plane. 

I stare at the chairs and don't let them get to my brain. 

My knots have relaxed but are still very much there.  

My face is red as blood. 

I ignore the chairs and push them into mud. 

I realize it's okay to fear. 

Because I know that better days are near. 

Although I am better my knots are still visible. 

The bruises will still be there from the time I was miserable.