Liquid emotions flow through my veins completely un noticed they will eventually stain,
I try to express how I feel but it falls on deaf ears and so I still live with the pain.
The world doesn't notice things it cannot feel, the people go on living day to day and continue to pretend that its pain is not real.
Trying to deal with the things that are free all the while feeling the sting of the bee, do not call me honey because as you can see, you're not the queen of the hive anymore and so you're not the boss of me.
Sensitive subjects flood the air, still nobody listens and so who really cares, we are the ones who will stop and stare, provide no assistance when there was more than enough that could have been shared.
If people would just try and understand it'smore than just living, you've lived long enough it's time to start giving, do not say we are incapable of receiving and if we dont start now it will only be our footprints that we will be leaving.
~Fin.

Nice poem .