Like a prism the crystal sparkles.
Always making us witness to its marvels.
How does it always captivate us some ask?
But the crystal stays quiet for it has but one task—
To make us all want it, to make us say I must have it.
To make us cry if we don’t, but brag if we have it.
The crystal laughs as it sees us a bustle,
It wins our hypothetical battle without any muscle.
But we don’t want the crystal for its beauty.
We want to wear it and become that same ruby.
But why does the crystal want you to be jealous of it for?
Because deep down it knows it’s just a mineral and it will never be more.
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