Diamond Extraordinary!

I can shine brighter, I'm raw, uncut,

To appease your eyes, I'm Ok being stuck,

Perpetually in a rut, trying to forever fit in,

If I can't be a Kohinoor, please throw me in a bin.

I have potential, you say, some polish is all I need,

I sparkle at moments- to blind the sun is my greed.

My desire for perfection, to self-actualise,

Makes me susceptible, to your manipulations and lies.

What if I'm an ordinary stone, normal, and boring?

If I can't find my place, in the crown or your ring?

Does my existence become nought, should I keep grinding through?

In the compulsion to become better, am I losing myself, too?

You can play with your diamonds, I prefer being of little use,

I can live freely without worrying, that I'll eventually to others lose!