a struggle for worth means little
when you lay among the mud.
so smile and cheer in attempt to rise
but your sentence lies in us
i am aware you are there
but your shine remains unseen
and i scoff at other's hunger.
in you i behold naught
and my glances pass you by
they wonder at my dispassion
presuming my hiding in fear
and turning from the truth.
but certitude rules me, while fancy you.
no value in dust i see.
~in the eyes of the beholder~
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