What more can I do? Am I not a beautiful bloom? I’ve been growing, reaching, yearning Like a daisy chasing the sun What makes you untouchable? Unattainable? Is it me? Am I the crooked puzzle piece of this fantasy? The awkward, unwanted flower you can’t bear to have in your bouquet? Am I just another star? Burning, dying in an attempt to be seen by you. You’ve always been near me, separated only by my fear and your rejection. See me, I beg Give me a reason to hope in us YoU nEVeR dO It makes me hate you I shouldn’t hate an angel, But then again, you never were one.