Delicate Daisy

People tell me that I should be stronger.

Because that is where the truth lies.

But I am honest no longer.

I admit, I have no alibis.

I'm just a delicate daisy in the storm.

Just allowing my petals to get torn.

My father said that I should be braver.

But I don't have the will to fight.

When I get close my courage wavers.

And I turn back away from the light.

I represent a delicate daisy in the snow.

One icy touch and I refuse to grow.

I might be soft and gentle.

But I can create a million smiles.

Although the dark clouds are plentiful.

My aroma can drift for miles.

I am a delicate daisy in the breeze.

I hide no falseness, no tricks up my sleeves.