I can feel it
Crying out in agony
I beg for another chance
I want to forgive
The chains
Encircling my wrists
Biting into my skin
Keeping me in a dark place
I want to know how it is
to dance with the butterflies
But I feel the wrath of the bees
As they pierce me
Again

And again

And maybe someday I will be able to remove the stingers
Like thorns to the flesh
Sharp and jagged
Not minding where they hit
Just caring to hit hard
It is no other sound
But that of fear
It is no other mind
But that of a monster
It is no other feel
Than that of hate