I’m Just a Phony

Don’t look at me, I’m just a fake 

A diamond imposter, a conman

I know I try the best I can

But the way they all neglect me makes me ache

I don’t have the luster that diamond has to offer 

Even my most pristine form cannot compare 

When I’m cut up into cubes I’m as bright as a flare 

But my diamond counterpart is still even glossier

I wish I weren’t a cheap alternative

But compared to diamond, I must be modest 

If I cost that much, it would be pandemonium

Although diamonds are superlative 

My efforts do not go unnoticed

For I am not diamond, I am just zirconium