50. The Daisies Will Keep On Crying

I am in a particularly deep thinking/the world is beautiful mode, so I decided to write another one of those depressing/OMGWTF type of poems (: Just some thoughts that have been going through my mind that I decided to share with the 2-3 (4!!?) people who read this blog.

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Today, I looked at myself in the mirror.
Not in a doing-my-makeup sort of way.
No, this surpasses eyeliner of any kind
Today, I learned who I am

Hey, maybe I'm not that pretty after all
Mom just tells me so just because she has to
My grades? Average, nothing Harvard worthy
Do I deserve the praise?

Perhaps compliments means nothing.
No matter how many times they tell me how special I am...
I'm just one among the millions
Of the people living in the world

When I die, who will remember me?
Over time, I will be forgotten
And the only remains of me will be
The waves in the stormy, rolling sea

Those were my thoughts as I stared into my eyes.
Just like daisies cry and tarnish
Emotions come and go

Not a daisy in the world can live forever
No immaculate potion will ever be produced
World peace will never be achieved
Equality is nothing but a myth

Oh, this injustice that I do not wish to hear...
How it is true that, no matter what I do,

The daisies will keep on crying.

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