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?