I went to college one rainy day,
And now it seems I’m here to stay,
Until a hopefully snowing December morn’,
When from my collegiate life I’ll be torn.
The days are moving slowly,
Orientation for us new and lowly,
Friends are hard to come by,
With head tucked under and shy.
My rhyme suffers with fear,
For tomorrow is a day I hold dear,
Classes begin and I’m ready,
The smell of knowledge is heady.
I cannot say I’m good enough,
And this makes it rough
To have confidence in success,
So instead I’m stressed.
Seeing the talent in this school,
Makes me feel like a right damn fool.
I hope I’m not the only one here
Who’s holding back her tears.
I’m not good enough.
I’m good enough.