Two Extremes

An overbearing father negated by an over supportive mother.
I fell somewhere in between.
Ignoring his insults  and her rose colored comments.
An average daisy I will become.

I have become and will stay comfortably hidden amongst the field of foliage.
Not too tall and not too short.
Not too bright and not too dim.
It's as close to not existing as I can get without a death.

With age, a fact that becomes clear that offers them my forgiveness. Not a religion, but to be aware, I was raised by children.