daisy

when you see me, you see a daisy

as white as the first snow

so you go plucking my petals, one by one

wanting to keep something you lost before

but inside, these thorns keep growing

with each petal plucked away

yet, despite the growing thorns

a beautiful rose heeds its way

life is weird thing because you’re told

be yourself!

but if you’re is nice

people want to push you as far down as they can

until you can’t grow

if your words are soft

they pretend they cannot hear

so you speak until you can’t no more

when you see me, you see a daisy

but inside, these thorns keep growing

but the beautiful rose has withered

to dust blown away