i sat atop
the world
pondering thoughts
heavens with hells
gates i couldn’t find
feet which couldn’t run
i thought i had
when i hadn’t
twirled in things
i shouldn’t
held hands of people
who weren’t who they were
i thought i was
a person with hope
selfless serenity
peace and devotion
a greatness so divine
i kept spinning
in a world of masculinity
fraudulence
longing high hopes
for someone i wasn’t
i stopped
sat with a tick
picked my hands
held my neck
i was but i wasn’t
the person i thought i was
i was a bee
looking for honey
stinging things
finding things
when i should’ve been running
bees