There is nothing like honeybees

Flying up into the trees

They look so free in the breeze

But finding a home can be hard

Every time you think it’s good, it falls like a house of cards

Like the only place that’s right would be the graveyard

Staring at her profile

The mirror has its own demands and denials

She tries to give them the tears of crocodile

Something may change, the world may freeze

And free up space to ease

Her mind at rest, her body of seas

Although it can be hard to not be on guard

The way that she’s trying isn’t marred

Only thing she can do is hope she doesn’t end scarred

She let go of the hostile

So, she shrugged and turned with a smile

For the truth had been there all the while