My senior pic (=

Here is the second part to the poem. Apartently I have to redo the 3rd part because the sound didn’t come through-____- But please, comments again!

Something I wrote a while ago, but never bothered performing it. Partially because it is so long. Lol But please feel free to give feedback. I want constructive criticism! Part 2. & Part 3. will be on their way shortly :)
-Rose

Who am I?

But another fly on the wall

Waiting to soar across the floor, or anticipating those eager to force my fall

I stand on this wall

Eyes wide but mouth shut.

Nothing but a slow steady buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

That surrounds me.

The talk of the town. The race to be the best.

The rumors. The lies. The stories of the undressed chests.

The less. Of the buzz. Would probably mean people finally had something of importance to say, do, or act. But that wont happen for a while.

& it gets hard to smile when you know the one approaching you just two corners, fourteen lockers, three rooms, and a step away just called you a dirty low down trailer trash, no class, open legged, closed brain, around the way bitch with nothing to offer the world but a problem.

And she says hello.

I wonder if its my fault for being the fly on the wall.

If I made myself the object of everyone elses insecurities.

Maybe if I buzzed like the bees and stole pollen from the beautiful flowers in the fields constantly wanting more and more of a thing that was never meant to be mine I would be considered normal.

Somedays I fly wondering if I’ll ever become a bee.

The object of many fears, but the posterchild of perfection.

In perfect comparison to a fly.

Where flys are seen as the dirty ones in the mix.

Flys go to eat garbage. Because they would rather be real and let others see what they are and what they eat than to lie to the world and hide in beautiful flowers to suppress the status quo and not show that they are doing nothing but stealing from an already beautiful soul. Whereas flys will take from the things unwanted to continue to help the world flourish.

Never thought a fly could be so benevolent.

And all you want to do is knock it down.

And it will be okay to kill me because right when you do you will walk me to the trash can and creeping into your window will be a beastly bee ready to sting you.

And I will be nowhere to be found.

But in the garbage. Lying in a bed of what keeps me going.