A hive of bees,
A hornet's nest
Hunting eagles,
Disturb my rest.
A hammer's song
Plays in my chest,
My heart doesn't know
What my mind thinks best.
My brain is pulled
Up, down, left, right,
Conflicting thoughts,
My mental fight.
Bees sting, men scream,
I cry, I dream,
Makes war with me.
My heart does not see
What's good for it,
And Society.
Won't conform a bit.
My mind knows what
Is happening,
But my heart just won't try

The End

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