daisy between margerites

i always felt like i didn't belong here, no matter how hard i tried, something seemed to keep me apart and i couldn't overcome the growing border between me and the people around me. something on me seemed always different, not in a special or outstanding way like a rose between dandelions, more like a daisy between margerites, inconspicuous, unimpressive and nearly invisible. at the beginning we seemed very similar and i felt like i could keep along with them, but every day they grow a bit more afar of me, leaving me back on the ground, ('here is where you belong' whispered the grass next to me, it was a mischievous beeing and never liked me ) and every day i noticed my lacking affiliation even more, noticed how isolated i felt. what was the matter of my existence?