i get scared often
scared of bees
scared of heights
scared of me
scared of living life
to the fullest
i fear so much that i
get empty
until my head
feels heavy
and my heart
like the dullest
now i'm the bee
but my wings
are cut off
and i can't live life
to the fullest
my friends are gone
cause i only have
a sting and no one
wants anything to do
with a bee
that can't fly
that can only
hurt others
now i'm scared again
scared of the other bees
scared of heights
scared of me
scared of flying
i don't remember that
the bees are just
another metaphor
and it's actually just them
who i am scared of
them and their reactions
their judgement
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vague
Poetryleftovers of my poetry that doesn't seem to fit in anywhere - yes, not fitting in is an ongoing theme in these.
