QueenBee

There are

So many things.

So many things

So many people

Want from me.

Is it too much to ask for a break?

Am I allowed to

Have a few seconds to myself or

Am I just a machine?

Is it weird if

I want to tell you I love you?

Is it weird that

I want to hold you

While I still can?

Is that weird?

Maybe it's

Just me being

Emotional

Or something.

Is it weird that

I think

I might miss this.

I might miss your smile

And the way it feels when you laugh

And

How we could talk about anything.

I might miss

Those precious few minutes spent together

Every morning

The second I feel

Used or neglected

Abandoned or judged

Hated or pitied

Is the second I slip away.

Even if it's in my own head

And not real.

Even if you were trying to love me.

There's a moment in my mind

A calm before the storm

The part of the song where we all fly

Before plunging down to darkness.

There's a moment when I can feel my blood

When I write,

It's not so he can read it.

It's not for my friends to read

It's not for my teachers

My acquaintances

My enemies.

I don't want

People to see me.

I don't want