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.