Daisy in a Poppy Field

I have spent ten thousand days

surrounded yet alone.

An empty body filled

by all words but my own.

Each thought borrowed from someone

till they’re just one passed due loan.

Why can’t I know my own voice

without it sounding so unknown?

A daisy in a poppy field

the odd one out again

You tell me that I’m perfect

But you don’t understand

I know I’m not I’ll own it

I write it on my hand

you wipe it off and cover it

by holding it instead

I have spent ten thousand days

surrounded yet alone.

An empty body filled

by all words but my own.

Each thought borrowed from someone

till they’re just one passed due loan.

Why can’t I know my own voice

without it sounding so unknown?

I’ve shown you all my differences

I’ve nothing left to hide

The black sheep in a crowd of white

You know I’ve never lied

I’m weak without your hand to hold.

An empty sheet at best.

But still you take my hand in yours

and tell me I’m perfect

I have spent ten thousand days

surrounded yet alone.

An empty body filled

by all words but my own.

Each thought borrowed from someone

till they’re just one passed due loan.

Why can’t I know my own voice

without it sounding so unknown?

I’m a daisy in a poppy field, but you paint me red again

Name: MarieAntoinette

Title: Daisy in a Poppy Field

Genre: Idk (choose one ig?)