Bee.Lover

My parents thought I was nothing

More than an inconvenience in their world.

In this place I thought I'd be much more than that,

But they all push me away as well.

They say someone like me can't

Yellow reminds me of summer,

The sun scorching into my skin. 

It's always been my second favorite color,

And how happy it made me feel. 

You called this my "sulk walk"

You said just to talk to you when I'm upset

But I don't have you anymore 

I don't have anyone here

I blocked her out so she won't get burned by my fire

What's wrong with me?

A question I've asked many a time.

But now I ask it for a different reason

Because I never wanted to, but I'm thinking 'bout your eyes.

What's so wrong with that?