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Yellow


The endless buzzing that comes from swarms

It's hard to hide from when it's warm

Some yellow and black with wings on their back

Some red in the south and others just lack

I run I hide to get away

To see them come just makes me sway

Sweat dripping down my face in the heat

They fly around and know I'm beat

Hornets, bees, yellow jackets, and more

Just kill me inside when I see them soar

This fear they've washed all over me

Makes my normal life so hard to be

Oh how I wish they'd leave me alone

So I could live and never groan

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