All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Used Marker
September 16, 2018
I remember I used to be vibrant.
It's almost lik a dream, but nowadays I don't dream as much as I used to or want to.
Reality shifted one day.
Someone left my cap off for too long.
I was helping build them up while they were pressing me down.
I didn't realize how much it hurt until it felt like drowning.
I didn't realize my color was gone.
Now I lay in your bin of markers.
It's okay though you have so many other colors to use now.
Sometimes I like to think I was red, but now I can barely distinguish myself from my flat, dry felt tip.
I hope you're happy.
© Anonymous
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.