Effort Goes Unnoticed Poem by Micron Jan

Why am I always moving,
Hands full, heart racing, mind spinning?
While others drift through idle hours,
I'm counted, measured, never winning.

The weight lands heavier on my back,
For effort, diligence, for trying too much.
They float on tasks that seem like feathers,
And somehow, life softens their touch.

I stretch, I bend, I break the quiet,
Chasing deadlines, bending rules.
Yet the world seems to reward the still,
While mine is the burdened school.

Is merit a shadow, hiding from sight?
Or am I cursed to tire while they rest?
I long for justice in small things,
A fairer share, a calmer quest.