"She is a treasure," they would say,
"If only mine were so precious."
They only saw the tiny facets,
To the jagged edges paid heed not they.
"Her brilliance is blinding,"
"Among the highest ranks she."
Woe is me,
Numbers leave the true substance in hiding.
So hearing, she made her mind believe,
'Perhaps they are right,
Valuable to the world be I might.'
But she found herself passed through the sieve.
The competition was tough.
Fool's Gold beaten by diamonds in the rough.
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