"Ack," I expressed my annoyance,
as the tip of the pencil,
broke and rolled away
for what seemed
like the millionth time.

At first I thought
that "I wasn't even-"
putting much pressure, right?
"Maybe the pencil's just weak."

But then I wondered
with the voice of my heart,
if my parents would wonder
the same exact thing,
with the exact same annoyance,
if I broke and went away like that.

But unlike them, hopefully
I'll know what I did wrong.