I’m going to be discharged
Next Wednesday, 7:30 in the morning
I’m already packed and ready to go
I have mixed emotions
I’m nervous, like a puppy
     nervous about getting picked from his litter
I’m frustrated, like a tornado
     flying over houses
I’m confused, like a winter storm
     blowing over homes
I’m anxious, like a computer
     trying to turn itself back on
I’m excited, like people who are screaming
     on the most exciting rollercoaster
     they’ve ever been on

I’m nervous of failing my family
     and falling back into my old habits
I’m frustrated of the slow-moving process
     that’s been happening over the year
I’m confused of how things will work out for me
     in my new school, for the good
I’m anxious for the long awaited time
     of being with loved ones
I’m excited to be free, not be locked up

The long wait is not so far away
I’m going to be discharged
Next Wednesday, 7:30 in the morning