That girl you see… That short girl who is always laughing. She is a daisy. She is extremely different. In this world full of beautiful roses, she was just a daisy. A daisy who wasn't as beautiful. She was imperfect unlike the roses…she felt out of place. She was always commented on. She does things no one else does and laughs all day. She dances to the lyrics of her favourite songs when no one saw. She couldn't be like everyone else. And she was okay with no one being able to understand her… Though she wanted someone to… To love her for who she was but who would really choose a daisy in a field full of roses?