Ornament

I want to be at the front part of the tree.
I want to be out there, for everyone to see.

This is so, so, so very beautiful, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. But, I can see how many of those who want the very same thing are much better and shinier than me, and I can see how the many deep scratches and bumps on my surface have killed and buried my shine. I can see how they’ve rendered me a useless shell of nothingness; ugly and not at all special.

I really have no idea if any amout of glue and glitter would fix this, but here I am. Still, pouring glue and glitter all over myself, throwing myself out for the world to see, hoping one of them would think I’d fit their tree.

Still, I am trying.
I am trying, still.

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