People randomly pick on me.
Slowly eroding me,
like a rock
with waves lapping over it.
Constantly.
Except, I am more of a Grand Canyon.
I have been eroded over many years,
still am,
and with many more to come.
Slowly,
but surely,
I will be no more than a pebble.
The only thing is,
I am more.
They see a muddy,
utterly unremarkable,
piece of earth.
I am a diamond.
Sparkling and dazzling.
They only see my muddy exterior,
the shallower they are the less they see.
Most can't even get passed the outer edge.
Diamonds are the hardest mineral,
and will last forever.
They will see,
it is just a matter of time.
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