The door you had locked is now wide open

I climb the stairs, yawning.

It had been a brutal day at court. B-R-U-T-A-L.

Everything I said or did was criticized and made fun of by the ma’hars and ma’haras. The more I tried to correct my actions, the more they laughed at me.

“Just because they are old and in their twenties, doesn’t mean they should look down on a fourteen year old. I’m almost a grown up.”

I took all the critiques dressed in compliments and kept smiling. A smile that still feels frozen on my face.

I can’t live with the c...