Inferior

They try to tell me that out of jealousy
Girls sick their unralenting eyes on me
But, they see what's there, they see the fraud


I look at my reflection
Over one hundred times per day
Not because I think I am beautiful

Hope has me continually searching
To find beauty rushing to the surface
One glimpse, one trace, one glimmer of value

Day after day I'm forced to face
This talentless, transparent crystal
Begging to be a diamond.


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