Admire me from afar. Fantasize about how it would be to have me. Inquire about my past. For the moment, you will be satisfied. I am not one-dimensional. My depth has no bounds, and even what your mind seems to comprehend of me, only scratches the surface. At first, I am treasured. What a beauty! I feel that I am of value. There is my error. With time, my glimmer does not shine as bright. I have become ordinary because I have become vulnerable. There are more unattainable diamonds around. I am surrounded by bright and beautiful women everyday. I must listen to their words. “Pray.” I must take head when they tell me to not be tarnished by temporary grandeur. I am a product of pressure. That is all that I feel. I will shine. I will keep my strength. Rays of light stacked upon rays of light. Pain will not define me. After this pain surpasses, I will still shine. I will smile when I want to cry. Still, shine. Still shine!