I am Trapped.
I know it will go away,
I hope it will pass.
My brain trys to fly high. To escape.
But my body is sinking. Pulling my soul down with it.
Back to the real world.
The sad truth.
I wish I could be as free as a butterfly.
But I am a bee.
Im trying to help the world.
And labeled as nothing but a pest.
A nuisance.
I wish I could be more.
To enrich the world. And myself.
Oh. To be needed. Appreciated.
You know bees die after one sting?
That's me. The guilt kills me.
Making me hide away - I don't want to hurt anymore.
I lose a little piece of me.
Bees stingers hold them together.
For me it's love and support.
If I lose that. I lose everything.
But do I even have it?
