I am the one who cares too much.
I am the shyest bee in the hive
I am the smallest fly on the wall
And you don't notice me
She, she is the brightest one
She is the kindest one
She is the one with the broken soul
Yet you notice her
Pity her, sympathize for her
So busy with others bee's honey that you can't notice the pain that I, she, me, her, we, have felt
We the forgotten, we the broken, we...the lost
Proud to be lost because it is how we find ourselves
Not trying to be like you hiding under masks of conformity to make others happy
We defy, we rebel, we revolt
So while you bee's think you've got the right flower
We'll keep going to the wrong ones
Forever being...the lost ones
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryHey guys this isn't a fanfiction. I thought I could go a little off course and just write something to show you all the real me. The me that I keep hidden in the jail cell of disparity. I hope you all enjoy this, and I will be taking requests for a...
