Glass Heart Diaries

Mom, I sit alone with my books.  The clock ticks slowly as night falls.  The words on the pages start to blur, and the silence feels loud.  I want to make you proud. I read, I write, and I memorize.  Yet, I see your questions in my mind.  When my grades aren't good enough,  I see your disappointment.  It hurts me to see your face. You ask why I didn’t succeed.  You wonder what went wrong.  I have no answers,  just tears that come from trying hard and being scared. It's not because I don't care.  I try my best every day. Sometimes,  it just feels like my heart is breaking.  I give my all, but it feels like it's not enough. I wish you could feel the pressure I carry.  I spend long nights worrying in silence.  I want to grow and be the child you dream of. Please believe me when I say I am doing my best I am not a failure or a fraud.  I’m just a person who has some flaws. If my grades aren’t great today,  p...

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...

I put my phone away,  and the room becomes quiet.  It feels like the calm before a storm.  The walls seem to share secrets about dreams I forgot and tasks I didn't finish. Now, I have to study.  My table is messy with papers.  There are ink stains from thoughts I didn't fully write out.  A blank page feels heavy,  just like my phone that’s not buzzing. Outside, life goes on.  I can hear laughter in the wind.  My friends are sharing stories while I sit here alone.  I feel lost in the silence,  and each tick of the clock reminds me of what I can't have right now. I read the words on the page.  Each letter is a step forward.  Sometimes, my mind wanders.  I struggle to focus, but I'm also thankful for the push to learn.  I discover new worlds hidden in the text. With every highlight and quick note I take,  I reclaim the time I wasted scrolling on my phone.  Each minute spent studying feels like a win agains...

Blame often creeps in like a shadow.  It finds the small cracks in our happiness.  Instead of joy, it takes over. People’s faces change.  Their words can hurt,  like arrows shot without care.  It feels like a game where no one wins.  We play darts in a carnival of feelings. You were like a storm,  and I was an unprepared sail.  I got caught in a whirlwind of whispers and accusations.  I felt like I was drowning in silence. But even under all that weight,  there is a small light.  It shines like morning dew.  It reminds me that blame can have a song.  There is a truth hidden in the echoes. We carry our scars with pride.  They are heavy, but we can handle them.  If we share our truths,  we can turn blame into bridges, not walls. Maybe one day,  we will gather the broken pieces.  We can fix them with kindness.  Then, we will see happiness shine on our shared stories.  In that place, blame wi...

I often wonder why I feel like I'm not enough.  The sun shines brightly over my world, and the moon glows softly at night.  These moments make me think about my thoughts that never seem to quiet down. I collect my dreams like leaves in autumn.  They are colourful but fragile.  Each dream tries to fill the empty spots in my heart.  Sometimes, doubt creeps in and laughs at me, making my heart feel restless. I carry my fears like a second skin.  I wish I could let them go and accept myself fully.  Yet, I feel the weight of many expectations.  It feels like I'm climbing mountains that never end. In quiet times,  I look up at the stars and ask them, “Why can’t I be enough?”  They twinkle back at me, sharing answers in their light.  They remind me that even the sky has flaws, but it is still beautiful. So here I am, a mix of weaknesses and strengths.  I am learning to breathe through my struggles.  I am finding beauty in my chal...

In the quiet moments, I feel her whispers.  They remind me of her sadness.  Each sigh connects to my own feelings.  I carry her pain.  It feels light but heavy at the same time.  It wraps around me like morning fog.  Each tear she sheds feels like rain.  These tears leave scars on me that I never asked for. In joyful times, I see her heartache.  It creates a map of our shared moments.  Each moment is deep and tells a story.  This story is about love, loss, and the beauty in sad endings. I walk with her in my dreams.  We move through places filled with hurt.  Each step shows me that pain can change.  It can grow and mix with hope.  Together, they create a tapestry of strength.  My scars become signs of courage.  They show that we share a strong bond.  Together, we rise.  Her pain becomes part of who I am.  It reminds me that even in dark times, light can shine through.  We learn to breathe...

Softness has a quiet strength.  It’s like the wind moving through trees.  The wind lifts leaves in a graceful dance.  This dance is slow but meaningful.  It understands the importance of every moment. In a loud world, softness stands out.  It carries wisdom and has a gentle appearance.  This is not a sign of weakness but a strong shield made of kindness.  It welcomes the world, even with its challenges. Underneath gentle smiles, there is a deep mind.  Thoughts flow like smoke, always changing.  This creates a rich tapestry of ideas that many people might not notice. Being soft doesn’t mean being silent.  It’s the power of a heart that beats with kindness.  This steady rhythm brings empathy, rising like a strong tide that can shape the hardest rock. So, the soft ones stand strong.  They are not afraid of storms.  They are like wildflowers, bright and tough, facing every challenge head-on.  Softness is not foolishness; ...

In busy streets, a kind person walks.  She glows softly, but people often overlook her.  She is like a calm river in a storm.  Her hands hold quiet words.  They are as soft as morning light.  She cares for flowers that grow in the cracks of the pavement.  Their colours are often missed by rushing feet.  Every smile she shares shines like a lantern.  Her small acts of kindness connect people.  But the world keeps moving fast.  It wears a cloak of hurry and misses the kindness around it, like stars hidden by the sun.  This gentle soul helps those who feel lost or tired.  She creates a beautiful connection with her compassion.  It is like a tapestry woven into a city that rarely slows down.  In quiet corners, her laughter spreads joy.  Her heart is open and unguarded.  While others chase after fleeting things, she holds onto the light.  She carries warmth and kindness, often unnoticed.  Her grace is a...

In a busy room, many voices mix together.  Laughter fills the air, but I feel alone.  I look around, trying to find a connection.  I sense the energy of the crowd, but I still feel quiet.  I feel like a single star in a big sky of familiar faces.  I nod and smile at people, but it feels like they don’t really see me.  The crowd feels warm, but it also makes me feel isolated.  Each person has their own story that I don’t know.  I feel like an outsider, just blending into the background.

I stand in the corner of every room.  I am like dust in the sunlight. I am a shadow without a name.  I quietly watch laughter and whispers.  I hear stories I will never share. People turn to each other, smiling and happy.  Their warmth surrounds the chosen few.  I stay back, like a ghost in a familiar place.  I am always here, but I am never part of it. Laughter fills the air, ringing like a bell.  It creates a joyful sound all around. I dance on the edges, but no one hears my tune.  My melody gets lost in the noise.  It is a soft note that fades away. I look at the bits and pieces of life.  I notice the moments that slip by. I watch friendships grow like flowers in a garden.  Meanwhile, I remain a lonely seed.  I wait for the sun and the rain. Yet, in this silence, I find strength.  I have a quiet determination. I collect stories like autumn leaves.  I keep them close to my heart. I find comfort in my freedom.  ...

 In the quiet corners of her heart,    whispers danced like shadows,    the laughter of friends,    twisting like vines around trust.      Promises made in sunlight,    and the warmth of shared dreams,    they glimmered like stars,    but the night turned cold.      One by one, they unraveled,    each word a sharpened edge,    each glance a shiver of doubt,    the familiar faces now masked.      Betrayed by the ones she trusted,    the ones who wore her joy,    like crowns of flowers,    now those petals lay crushed.      She wandered through the memories,    each moment a splinter,    each smile a ghost,    echoing of laughter and loss.      Yet in the silence,    a new strength began to form,    like a seed pushing through stone,  ...

Life can be tough, but there is still softness in it. The streets can feel shaky, and harsh words can sting. Yet, in the cracks of this hard world, kindness grows. It's like delicate flowers pushing up through the concrete Everyday feels like a dance. Each step is a small jump into what tomorrow brings Shadows may be around, and colors might be dull, but I still stay hopeful I am gentle Like a new leaf soaking up the sunlight that breaks through the clouds I collect moments, similar to feathers that birds drop These feathers once flew high but now lie on the ground, waiting to be seen. Each moment reminds me that  softness can thrive even in a tough environment Kindness often feels quite