Glass Heart Diaries

She has tears in her eyes. She knows things but is scared to say them. Her heart is heavy, and every word feels like a weight to carry. Her voice shakes and her lips tremble She wants to be honest, but fear holds her back. She wishes to let it all out, but the pain inside her doesn't go away She puts a weak smile. It hides her true feelings from the world But inside, she struggles with what she can't express. So, she stays quiet and sad. She fears what tomorrow might bring. The girl who can't speak the truth without crying feels trapped and alone.

In the quiet moments of decision, I am here. I am the shadow among the stars. I represent a chance to change. I shift smoothly from one choice to another. I am like a comfy pair of shoes when heels are too tight. I am the dusty book on the shelf, waiting for someone tired to read it. I am a warm cup of tea when the world feels cold, I am a soft note hidden in your pocket, reminding you that you are loved, just in case But sometimes I wonder if I am just a small light. Am I just a pause in the flow of life, a reminder of choices made? People look at me, think about me, and then choose something else. I stay behind the option that wasn't picked. I float like a feather, curious about where the wind will take me next.

She has tears in her eyes. She knows things but is scared to say them. Her heart is heavy, and every word feels like a weight to carry. Her voice shakes and her lips tremble She wants to be honest, but fear holds her back. She wishes to let it all out, but the pain inside her doesn't go away She puts a weak smile. It hides her true feelings from the world But inside, she struggles with what she can't express. So, she stays quiet and sad. She fears what tomorrow might bring. The girl who can't speak the truth without crying feels trapped and a lone.

In a land where boys are often regarded as little kings, there she is, quietly sitting in the corner, a blend of determination and grace. Her value, it seems, is often measured by how high her brother can climb. As he chases his dreams, hers quietly collect dust on the shelves of forgotten wishes. Whenever her brother's name pops up, her parents face light up like lamps at dusk, their pride almost palpable in the air. Meanwhile, she, poor thing, fades into the background, much like a lovely tune that nobody bothers to hum anymore. But beneath that calm exterior lies a strength that could rival the mightiest warriors. She knows, in her heart, that her worth surpasses the narrow expectations set upon her. She is ready to rise, soaring high like the brightest star in the sky. For she is not merely a sister. she is a force to be reckoned with. Come what may, her voice will echo, her dreams will take shape, and yes, she will be placed right at the forefront where she belongs. So, let he...