A Defending Bee Poem by Achim Wollscheid

I stab at him before his knife reaches my chest
Pain just isn't something that I'm use to
And my eyes close to the problem in front of me
Because I don't wish to see complications
That's the way it's been for a while
I've been turning my back whenever I get the chance
Every person who enters into my life,
I assume they'll eventually try to hurt me
And crying just doesn't suit me
Sad is not what I want to spend my time being
So I avoid the possibility of grief
by eliminating the people who I feel will cause it
But then I feel sorrowful about my disattachment
And my friends tell me it isn't healthy to be this way
At this point their words swim to the back of my mind
They still exist to me, they still resound some nights
It's just a flaw in my personality
I'm a hermit in a shell,
A defending bee