Siyona.S.stay

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I'm walking on a balance beam

I knew this would happen.

We all work so hard for this

You do too

We try to include everything

Every article

Every story

We can't

We have page limits.

Orange pen

curving, looping, tracing my thoughts onto a page

fulfilling my orders

moved by my hand.

Orange pen

flying, soaring, leaping

dancing across the page

Are you aware

what you did?

For the third time?

Once again?

Do you know

how I feel?

Ignored

overlooked

how come?

How come you didn't put in my effort?

I used to love fall

nostalgia, pretty leaves

now time flies faster.

I used to have friends who visited my house

just to say hi

who biked by

without a trace of jealousy of any boys I liked

Today,

I told my dad about something I made.

I told him it was the second best in my class.

And I was proud of it.

But he said to put in more effort.