shivalihp

A bracelet.

The bracelet.

There's a difference.

For me, my bracelet is the bracelet.

The bracelet of my dreams.

Of my story.

Of my past.

Of my life.

Back to school

Isn't back to school anymore

But it feels like it is.

It started a month ago

A month and one week ago

And still it feels like the first day.

I came from sixth grade. 

My parents thought I was nothing

More than an inconvenience in their world.

In this place I thought I'd be much more than that,

But they all push me away as well.

They say someone like me can't

i haven't written in five months,

and i regret it every day

my room is a mess,

but i don't know where to start 

the homework is piling up,

and my perseverance is dwindling

i need to practice more,