I'm supposed to be a diamond.
I'm supposed to be cared for,
loved,
cherished,
and someone's pride and joy.
What I really am is
cheap,
used,
broken,
useless,
thrown away piece of glass.
I'm the piece of glass that keeps getting tossed aside.
I do this all to myself.
It's not anyone's fault I'm an over-used piece of glass,
I brought this all on myself.
One day I'll be cherished,
loved,
exquisite,
diamond belonging to only one man.
For now, I'll continue to be every guy's piece of ugly, scratched glass.
