Falling
Always falling
And falling
And falling.

Get up
Come on, get up
You always get up
Yes, I always get up.

I work with the mud, the dust, the trash...
Yet my skin remains soft and delicate
My soft hands have become a curse
Nobody believes in the effort that I make.

I stay awake, so I could burn
Sacrifice has never looked so effortless
I smile, and I dance
In the middle of the flames.

Call me Daisy
I am not amazing
I am a little dancer
The most talented one you could ever know.

My invisible scars burn
And you don't have to know
You don't have to see - I don't want you to
All it takes is to believe.

People are allowed to grieve secretly
And my scars will stay hidden
Under my iron shell; otherwise, I'll fall apart
Under no circumstances, I can allow that.

Call me Daisy
Call me Happy
I am joy
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