I can hear the bees buzzing beneath my skin.
They are louder then the world around me.
Their shear unnoticed presents lets me know something is wrong.
They buzz so loud i fear you might hear them.
Much like i said they are unnoticed by any one but me.
I will never understand how this can be,
I feel as if the world can see my skin bees.
They keep a hold of me.
Keeping others from touching me.
The pain of another touch is much like a real live bee sting.
How ever this one just lives all over my skin.
The doctors say i am mad with PTSD,
But i try to explain its not me.
Just the bees that live in my skin.
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