You were just a bud; young and fragile; eager to love and grow. And your delicate heart, the purest of all beings, wanted to spread colours to the world around you.
But they were rocks, hard to the core. They knew nothing but to crush and destroy others. Even if it meant harming themselves in the process.
So they set themselves on fire, disguised as the sun, to lure you into believing that you needed them to survive.
And you, their naïve target, were awed by the facade. By their light, strength and power. You started to love them, putting your trust in them and letting down your guard. You confessed your feelings and your heart excitedly danced in your chest, overwhelmed with joy
Just then, the moment you were the most vulnerable, when you thought you had nothing to defend yourself against, they closed in all the distance to scorch you.
And then they laughed.
They laughed all the harder as you withered and eventually burned to coal.
Yet, you never stopped loving them.
Then they taunted you, and they humiliated you. They told that you were insignificant. Told you that you were good for nothing. They said that your black colour darkened the world, that you could smudge it on the ones around you. That you were devoid of every color and filled with darkness. That you were better off buried six feet under, where you could live with the crawlers, away from the warmth of the day, and the peace of the nights. Or even deeper. Some place where nothing reached and you were all alone with your misery.
And you believed them for a while. You wanted to protect them from the bad they accused you of carrying. So you buried yourself deep down, near the core of the Earth.
While they, who were too blind to see you for who you truly were, continued to laugh in utter stupidity.
And you? You embraced the heat, endured the pressure. You welcomed the excruciating pain with open arms and a smile, because that's how you have always been. You know the beauty of sacrifice.
And now, when they have dug you up after so long, because they missed breaking you apart, you have evolved. The black they had once called worthless and plaguing, has now crystallized into a diamond.
Now, you look so fragile, yet you are the hardest thing on the planet.
Now, you are crystal clear, yet they can't see through you.
Now, they see how you can disperse light into a spectrum of colours, like you always dreamed of doing.
And they are envious. And oh so jealous.
So they tell you that you have changed. That you have hardened. They tell you that you are a stone just like them, but you know better now.
So unlike before, you just smile at their words, from your throne of gold and platinum, your new friends, rubies and emeralds flaunting your sides, while they eye you from the ground below, bathed in dirt and grime that they've always been a part of, and always will be.
