This is a very short poem set just before the end it's pretty depresing
The Gem
Aren't gems supposed to be beautiful?
To shine
And bring people glee
Well the gem that I know
Does not
And makes all living things flee
If gems are meant to be special
Then why is it this one is not
Why does this one contain hatred?
Turn people to stone
And leave their body's to rot
Bring everything pain
And raise demons from hell
Drive people insane
And force people to sell their souls
To the reaper
Without being able to live life
Just a little deeper
This is a gem that no one wishes to see
I know what this gem is capable of because
This gem is me
The end
Told you it was short anyway please review and share you're thought's .Sting500.