The Life of a Diamond

I am a DIAMOND.
I was made by nature.
My resistance to the world's pressures brought the best out of me.
Life has cut me.
Life forced me to change.
My scars glisten and twinkle in the light.
My scars bring people joy.
They call me rare, beautiful, and valuable.
Still so many mistreat me.
So many misuse me.
They make me a goal then discard me.
I'm constantly tested to see if I'll crack.
People take advantage of my strength.
They take advantage of my meaning.
Some keep me hidden.
They lock me away.
I am envied.
Not expected to feel.
Not expected to tire, but I do.
Unable to be as hard or cold as I appear.
Others mean to steal me.
They enjoy stolen moments in secret.
I stay in the dark and start loosing my sparkle.
I await the day they cast me aside.
Did they ever have the intention to keep me?
To honor and enjoy the purpose of having me?
That which is stolen or kept in secret can never be kept.
I will be bartered, buried, or sacrificed in some way to hide your theft.
People will see me as something I am not.
They will not see me as radiant.
Tho aged, dusty, and neglected, I am still a DIAMOND.
Tho not like myself now, I will shine again.
And my strength will never fail me.