Dorothea Daisy

Dorothea Daisy 1d

Daisy

In a world full of trees, I'm a daisy.
I don't understand trees--what they see.

Yet I whisper secrets to the trees,
Make sure that nobody sees.

Then I dream of words like falling rain,
They wash me clean, but don't end the pain.

My teacher asked us to draw ourselves as trees. There were kids who drew: trunks, branches, willows and leaves. But I drew a Daisy. Surrounded by trees.

#me #daisy #flower #trees #tree

Dorothea Daisy 2d

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I am not the only person to words rhyme.
I am surly not the only 'poet' of our time.

I am so grateful to be on this platform and get to read all of your amazing poetry!!! And even more thankful to anyone reading this for letting me share my feelings

Dorothea Daisy 2d

Counting (on) me

Numbers are something I used to adore,
 They never changed—always the same.
 I loved how they opened this door—
 To a world with nothing being tame.

I liked being organised, in perfect rows, 
Everything right, it had to be clear. 
But now I know that it comes and goes,
 And numbers can whisper what I fear.

They ARE everywhere—I used to smile,
 Counting stars or tiles or days.
 But now each digit feels like trial, 
Measuring me in all these ways.

There are too many numbers in my mind, 
Each thought a sum and each move a test.
 Even my body is redefined,
 By math that doesn’t let me rest.

I calculate all the words I say,
 Their weight and worth, what they cost me. 
I never thought I’d feel THIS way... 
But numbers tell me who to be.

Realising that being a control freak is hard when I can’t even control my own life.

#control #numbers #digits

Dorothea Daisy 3d

A Failure, a Ghost, and Me

I haven’t written for so long,
I guess too many things are wrong.

There’s a voice telling me to quit,
and one repeating I’d hate myself if I did.

I’m a failure. I failed. Then I failed again,
It’s driving me crazy. I’m insane.

That exam, the mark I haven’t yet seen,
It doesn’t matter—I’m just fourteen.

IF I am a failure, and let everyone down,
My friends will still live in this town.

Kids on playgrounds will still laugh,
They won’t realise ALL of this is tough.

And I will still turn fifteen then sixteen,
No matter how I am being seen.

Perceived by the little girl in me,
By all the things I can never be.

I’ll still walk past mirrors and see the scars,
Still look at the sky in hope I find stars.

So I can be a failure and not give up,
And therefore I award myself a gold cup.

I can feel my sadness from within,
Because I never ever ever win.

That doesn’t mean I’m a failure tho,
I hope my thoughts don’t show.

I wear noise cancelling headphones,
Just to hear the voice in my bones.

But it isn’t real—This voice is a ghost,
It can’t tell me what I value most.

I used to hate ghosts—I was scared,
Is that why me and my ghost got paired?

Now could I have, my dear—
Become the thing you used to fear?

Accepting change and failure

#failure #ghost #me

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