Pranced into Writing, not a familar face in sight.

Shuffled into Chemistry, hoping I might

Understand the topics and the lessons to be learned

Only this was not like last semester, the table have turned. 

Prayed Anatomy would be bliss since I knew some friends

Come to find out they were just pretending

To like me so they could borrow my smarts

It just hit me in the gut like daggers or darts. 

One more class, just have to make it through

First days always suck, the weather must have grasped a clue

At the way I was feeling because it started to rain

And couldn't help being a little depressed since I was drained.

When I got home thinking about the worst day ever

I thought about something and started to remember

"I decide my happiness, not my day"

So I spread out my mat where I would lay. 

Exercise my soul and release the day's tensions

Strech my legs and arms into deep extension.

Let the exercise create positive energy

and feel my body compose its own synergy. 

School made it hard for me to forgive

But through spiritual energy I will live.