Muddled Purity

A sparkling gem In the middle of The dull and mundane It shines through, Even on the darkest days But still, no one notices Its beautiful brilliance It doesn't get stained By the ugliness around But that's what they want It to become, dirty like All the rest of them The pure, uncontaminated stone That had done nothing To anybody else Is continually tossed Around like it is just Any other ordinary, Regular-looking rock The unappreciated pretty Little gemstone then Becomes muddied over time, No longer able To keep up its shine So it turns into What everyone had wanted Another piece of nothing Stained by the world Never to be how It once was before The beautiful, perfect gem Became the small, boring Rock you step on when You go out your door