Am I good enough?
Am I sensitive to ask such?
Should I be more tough?
Are my edges too rough?
Are you still interested in finding my diamond?
Can you see it shining deep inside?
Or did I hide it?
To where you are rendered blind
by my hindered mind.
Inside of my soul
There is nothing but coal.
And that pressure
Presses down.
To create my treasure.
A diamond for your crown.