I heard a buzzing from my head.
I often wondered if I was dead.
walking the streets, getting stares.
What? do I have loose hairs
All these strange looks.
buzzing and ringing in my ear.
Frightened faces drawing near.
Whispering with frightened eyes, oh why must humans pry.
It's my secret I must keep, oh it makes me cry,
with the buzzzzzing as I creep.
Why do I always mess things up?
I reach what I'm sure is my house, open the door and
"Honey, I'm home!", no answer, quite strange and quite hard to ignore.
I unbutton my jacket
The buzzing still, 'what's with you?'
Almost all the buttons were undone
the buzzing is almost unbearable
the last one then I look down
Oh, how stupid were we
I forgot I'm a swarm of bees.
Bees in a coat pretending to be a bloke.
Well, then Whos house was I in?
Written by JetNikolai
Published | Edited 1st Sep 2020
Author's Note
I hate when I forget I'm a swarm of bees.
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