Diamond in The Rough

I was never one to be admired

One always criticized and mocked

Sneered for all the dust that covered me

I was seen as a simple rock

Life had clothed me with darkness

Put me through pressures of all kinds

But those who sneered were the unfortunate ones

Because I was a rock within a mine

Not just any simple rock

Though, I seemed invaluable to the mass

But, oh, if they could only see

A diamond is what they passed

If they only knew that diamonds

Start out as simple rocks

They would reach through the dark and dust

To the mines they all would flock

You see, the way that diamonds get their value

When they’re pulled from the rut

They’re first cleaned, but to make them shine

They then have to be cut

Colors of diamonds increase in value

When the colors show bright and true

Like bumps and bruises brought on in life

That turn a diamond purple or blue

Going through the darkest of nights

When you feel nothing is on track

Life has drowned out all the light

Turning a diamond black

Then there are trials that come in life

That cut you so deep you bleed

Representing the blood and tears

Red diamonds are the most valuable indeed

So for those who saw me as a simple rock

They now are all appalled

It was the ugliest trials I went through in life

That made me the rarest diamond of all