The Beehive

Familiar feelings are odd.
Bittersweet.
One day it’s
a feeling of a loved one
holding you
making you feel
safe
and cared for.

Αnd the other
the other…
you feel
so
alone.
Away, alienated from everyone
a wasp in a beehive.
Unwelcomed welcomed
Welcomed until they
find out.

Find that you’re not
one of them
you’re a stranger,
an intruder.

You know their thoughts
very well.
You’ve heard them
how they speak
their expressions and
mannerisms.

The click of their tongue.

Eyeing you
almost feeling like
like…
they’re subtly
waiting
for you to say just
the wrong thing
to put you
on the spot.

So you have to
hide
play along
hide and seek
in a beehive
you were forced into.