Found on a forum:

I think of my inner world like a child holding a box of
their most precious treasures and when they show it to
someone the person laughs and teases that that they
aren’t treasures, they are worthless knickknacks and
stones. What hurts isn’t being told that they are
worthless, what hurts is that something so wonderful
could not be shared. What doesn’t do any good is locking
the box up and showing no one ever again. You have to
learn to show someone else and keep doing it until you
find someone who appreciates it just as you do.