They're dropping like fucking flies
So many people can't take the pressure
And I don't know how to help
It seems life and death is not in my hands
nor is it in theirs
I don't know what do to
Flies bother me & I usually swat them away
But this fly was my friend...
I've watched this fly for four years...
What do I do when the fly dies?
The same as with all the others?
Make a fucking ofrenda and not give a shit?
I tried to stay strong
But I'm not a fly
I'm a fucking wasp.
Nobody wants to mess with me.
They just run away
And I don't even care.
I don't swarm around the death
I just ignore it and go to my home.
But I'm so fucking scared
Because if this fly can't take it
Then maybe I can't either.
But wasps can't commit.
Only flies can.
Because they're weak.
Because they don't have a stinger
To protect them from the world
I'm gonna miss this fly
It's a sad death, suicide.
And knowing that I never got the chance
To even say hi to this fly
Hurts me so much
I want to cry
But I can't.
Wasps can't cry.
Only flies can
Because their weak
If a wasp cries
The world is doomed
And this is why my eyes are dry
Even while I watch the fly hit the ground
And get buried so deep
Next to all my other fly friends
I'm the only wasp.
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Book of poems
PoetryThis is just a book of some things I've jotted down. I've written over a million poems but I'm only gonna post the ones I think are the best. I try to make things relatable so that you guys can resonate with what I write, but sometimes it's just pe...
