Cubic Zee.

The glass that is me, refuses to glitter
Real gems they sparkle, faces twist bitter
The ruby, the diamond, at heart cut true
Yet outwardly fake, the fraud that is you

My cut isn’t perfect, nor clarity clear
Take care when you drop me, I’d crack in fear
Scratch me, break me, carbon copy I am
Don’t hold me too close, I’d shatter in your hand

Certified I’m not, the other precious stones amaze
Though hold those stones close, cold to cool they phaze
Openly honest of the flaws I possess
My only motive is with these flaws too impress

Set in your metal, watch me shine
Your thoughts a reminder “To make a gem mine”
Timid and sad, in your presence I gleam
Yet in this ‘fake’, flaws are all you see

Realise not what truth you have in this glass
Pure cut gems, too glitter is their farce
All this time, perfection you’d rather take
So long, farewell, you’ve found your fake

 

Author: Moonsomnia

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