I am coal, gritty and black,
put under thousands of pounds of pressure-

a mind that decided
that happiness would be too easy,

a parent that decided
loving me was too hard,

a love that decided
boys weren't enough,

a drug addiction that decided
i wouldn't need any parents now,

a world that decided
giving me the easy road is not an option.

I am pushed, pressured, pressed
into a mold in which I do not fit in.

Underneath it all, I am carbon-
and I'll be damned
if my metamorphosis doesn't change me
into the diamond 
that all this pressure promised.