Fake

As fake as the diamonds in the hands of the poor
As rough as it’s edges that can cut no more 
The gleaming appearances distracts and defines 
Clouding the reason of all seeing minds 
Disguised to be tough and solidly structured
When inside it’s weakened, broken and ruptured. 
The clasp of these diamonds are loosing their grasp
For sadly fake diamonds were never made to last.