QueenBee

I want to

Run into the shallows

Splash in the stream

Lay in the grass

I want to

Play in the forest

Race through the ocean

Be anywhere with you

At any pace

At any time

Anything

One flutist.

And empty auditorium.

A silent stage.

I can feel the silence reverberating around the space -

I can feel the lack of an orchestra at my back,

The invisible audience before me,

I'm alone here,

And I can feel it -

In the silence that fills the table

In the void of few words 

Separated, closed off

Away from everyone else.

Around me,

Tables talk.

I hear Uno and chess

The thrum,

The pulse,

The ever-increasing

All-consuming

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Counting down

The end.

The

End.

We all know it.

To be a teen

Is to lose your sense of self

Completely.

What is right?

What is wrong?

What is cool?

Why do some feel so drawn to popularity

While others are repulsed by it?

The beginners of the beat,

Just learning the ropes,

Figuring out their instruments -

They come in, 

Wide-eyed,

And regard the older kids

With awe.

I love to be looked at this way