I know I'm not much for the world to see,
yet I feel like I'm different,
like there's something hidden inside me,
stirring beneath the surface.
I often feel like a flower in the shadows,
or a shard of glass covered in dirt,
unrevealed, my true potential,
unpolished, unpretentious, unheard.
Yet, I dream of the day I bathe in sun,
and scatter my light prismatically,
but not for the world to admire me,
but to see for myself, how brilliant I can be.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
I know I'm not much for the world to see,
yet I feel like I'm different,
like there's something hidden inside me,
stirring beneath the surface.
I often feel like a flower in the shadows,
or a shard of glass covered in dirt,
unrevealed, my true potential,
unpolished, unpretentious, unheard.
Yet, I dream of the day I bathe in sun,
and scatter my light prismatically,
but not for the world to admire me,
but to see for myself, how brilliant I can be.