!!!(TRIGGER WARNING: Anxiety Attacks)!!!
Bees ~ A.Z
He is tired,
He is tired of hiding himself,
of being himself,
of dealing with himself.
He is tired,
He is tired of hiding his bees,
of being his bees,
of dealing with his bees.
The bees are making his head ache,
And he knows exactly what comes next;
mouth dry,
eyes wet,
Shaking hands,
Shivering body,
Short breath,
A swarm in his head.
A swarm of angry bees;
flying around,
looking for their next feist.
He crumbles under them,
bees are scary,
espescially those in his head.
The bees are making his eyes wet,
and he knows exactly what comes next;
mind blank,
Eyes red,
Thoughts raging,
shivering hands,
Stopped breath,
A swarm in his head.
A swarm of angry bees;
raging around,
His mind at total freeze.
He crumbles under them,
bees are scary,
espescially those in his head.
The morning after,
The stains of the bees are still there,
Slick honey numbing his head,
Feverish eyes,
Dry throat,
Stings that make his muscels hurt.
Wondering what he can do against the bees.
Waiting them to pass?
Suppress the feelings that he has?
Telling himself everything will be fine,
Even if he knows that tomorrow at nine,
That the bees will be back?
He asks himself, when did he start calling them bees.
Metaphores for the things in his head,
Demons, monsters, friends..... bees?
But let's be real, we all know their true names, but we're too scared to say them.
So let's keep on and use Euphenisms.
Because that's easier.
Because it's easier to ignore things than to deal with them, these are facts.
Because it's easier to call them bees, monsters, than anxiety attacks.
