Glass Heart Diaries

My friends used to cheer for me.  Now, they smirk as I struggle.  It all changed with one test.  Their kindness disappeared in a day. "Topper? Really? What happened?" They ask. Their words hurt,  and their faces show judgment.  They laugh like I deserve my pain.  They act like my hard work meant nothing. I used to help them.  I shared my notes and boosted their spirits.  Now, they mock me and roll their eyes.  They twist my mistakes into jokes. Do they forget I'm still the same person?  One bad grade doesn’t define me.  I am still that girl with dreams and passion.  I have a whole world inside me. They see the number, not my effort.  They don’t see the sleepless nights I faced.  They don’t notice the fear I hide or the tears I hold back. It hurts when friends become cruel.  Their teasing feels like a storm.  But I won’t shrink to make them happy.  I will rise again, strong and proud. Let them talk and l...

She walked in slowly with her bag on her back. She held a paper in her hand.  Her heart felt heavy.  She got twelve out of twenty,  which was not her best.  But she had tried hard, just like everyone else. She put the paper down with shaking hands.  She wished her mom would understand.  Before she could say anything,  the silence was broken.  Her mother’s anger took over. "Always on your phone!" her mom shouted.  "Did you think these marks would last?  You were a top student, now look at you.  What happened to the girl I used to know?" The girl stood still,  too worn out to cry.  She felt a lump in her throat and tears in her eyes.  She remembered the nights she studied late. Sleep and dreams had to wait. She thought about the prayers she whispered in bed. She felt all the pressure building up in her head. But her hard work was not noticed,  just the score.  Did this mean her mom loved her less? It wasn’t th...

She got 12.5 out of 20,  and it felt like losing everything.  She looked at her paper,  and the red ink stood out.  That number was low, but it felt heavy.  Twelve point five was more than just a score;  it felt like a burden she never had before. She used to be the top student. Everyone praised her,  but now she felt the weight of blame.  The room that once felt warm with compliments turned cold with criticism.  She couldn't escape the scolding. Her mother asked, "Were you on your phone? Did you even study?"  Those questions made her anxious.  No one cared to ask if she was okay.  Instead, silence filled the room, and it hurt. She had tried hard.  She studied late into the night,  but no one noticed her effort.  The grades mattered more than the work she put in.  Just one mistake took away her happiness. That day, she didn’t fail the test;  the world failed to see her efforts.  Twelve point five m...

I never meant to hurt you, Not in the way you think I do. We laughed, we shared, we grew so close, But now it feels like I’m the ghost. You see me with him, and feel betrayed, A bond so pure, now starts to fade. I never chose to steal your heart, Yet here we are, worlds torn apart. He’s just a friend, nothing more, But I can’t find the right words to restore, The trust we built, the love we shared, When everything feels like it’s impaired. I didn’t want to break this space, To make you feel I’m out of place. But now, between the two of you, I’m lost in what I’m meant to do. Do I stand with him, or choose you? How do I fix this when I never knew, That friendship, love, and hearts collide, And now, there’s nowhere left to hide? I never meant to break us apart, But in this mess, I’ve lost my heart. Between you, me, and him, it’s true, I just want both of you to know I’m still here too.

When I used to feel great, I stood tall.  I felt like a shining star in the dark.  Now, I feel small and dim.  People see me, but they don't really understand. The crown I wore felt perfect before.  Now, it feels too tight. I used to soar high,  but now I crawl. The pressure of expectations feels heavy. I know I’m not the best, and that’s alright.  But it still hurts when I feel this way.  I fear what others think of me.  That critical voice in my head never goes away. When being average feels like failing,  I wonder if I can get back up.  The road ahead seems long and dark.  In this quiet, I feel out of place. But I remind myself that I’m human,  just like you. Sometimes I feel lost,  but I continue to grow.  One day, I hope to see that being myself is enough for me to feel free.

In the calm of the evening,  Mom speaks with a gentle but strong voice.  She shares advice that comes from her experience. "Study hard," she says.  Each word helps build a path to a bright future filled with dreams. The phone, which used to keep me connected,  now sits quietly on the shelf.  It gathers dust while Mom encourages me to focus on my books.  "Dive into the world inside these pages,"  her eyes seem to say as she pushes the books closer to me. In this study space, the clock ticks softly,  and Mom steps back.  She trusts that I can focus and work hard.  Each page I turn reveals new stories and ideas.  I learn like a gardener planting seeds in my mind.  With every hour I study,  I build up my understanding, supported by her love. As night falls and the light fades,  Mom will come back.  She will smile, excited to see what I have discovered.  She will celebrate with me because I have learned something...