The Daisy's own darkness.
I am the daisy among the roses.
I sprouted from the ground.
I grow each day the sun shines.
And wither away when darkness is bound.
I hid behind the roses.
I watched the get glorified in the sun.
To stay in the darkness is what I chose.
I refuesd to grow and was almost done.
This tiny little light mine...
Shined brighter than it ever could.
Blinded my eyes...
And those who never understood.
I was my own sun.
I was my own darkness.
But I learned that I needed to run...
I needed to run and escae from my own madness.
I am much more than I thought I was.
I am deserving of much more that I thought I deserved.
I am stronger.
I am braver.
I am the daisy that outgrew the field of roses.
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