Poem -
Wasp
Busy bees fly around:
buzz buzz
buzz buzz
it gives me a headache.
They're always there
making noise non stop.
But I am not included.
I am not a bee.
I'm a wasp.
I sting people
once,
twice,
and maybe even a third time.
Yet at the sound of me
I am still swatted away,
attacked.
I am not much different than them.
I sting and I buzz.
But I don't look the same.
Nor do I sound the same.
That is my only sin.
I am alone.
In this world full of bees.
I've had a rough life,
have a hard exterior
I am a wasp.
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Link to a reading: https://soundcloud.com/lily_cas/wasp
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Comments
This is brilliant
Thank you! It's a random write that came to me last night :)
xxxLily
This is much different than my usual work...the last few things I have written have been out of my comfort zone. I'm trying to broaden my capabilities, for lack of better words. Rhyming is my niche. I'm glad you enjoyed I was a bit unsure about it. Life is hard especially if you're different and don't fit in with the crowd surrounding you. I have never done so and have always been told I seem unapproachable and a harsh looking face...which i don't get cause I'm just a bubble of happiness and energy. I do have my bad days though. But again glad you enjoyed thank you!! :)) Always love your feedback!
xxxLily