A Stem That Grew (A Jumble of Words)

i came into this world as a stem,

a clean, innocent, beautiful stem.

as i grew up, my stem got taller.

by the time i reached 10 i was turned into a gem: partially dark, but polished gem.

my thoughts grew darker over time 

but after my first heart to heart moment with myself i noticed..

i can be whatever i want to be,

no one's opinion of me is my own,

i'm a diamond, partially stuck in the mud

but do you see a scratch on me?

 

 

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