Strolling through the woods one day,
I saw a sight not frequent;
Foregathered across a patch of hay
Stood people, their souls content.
I looked to see what made them sigh;
Made them breathe with such delight!
And there bloomed a daisy, neck up high,
At the far end of their ernest sight.
Yearning for the same lovelorn embrace,
I shed my unworthy skin post-haste,
And instead let daisies take its place
The petals as white and as chaste.
But none cast another glance at me…
Smug, they all walked right through me.
Yet again I drowned into the sea
Of no could’ve been or would be.
I wore the rose the next time around,
All ardent with the royal red,
And put up my best smile back down
Yet again, their eyes on me were dead.
I tried to be the best of everything,
Whether elegant, gauche, soft or rough,
The snowflakes in winter, the flowers in spring,
Spiritlessly, for them, I was never ‘nough.