The Burden I Removed

It was lonely, but I was searching for a dumb excuse, so I could explain that I only needed a break. A breath of fresh air would do me great wonders, for these harsh words I fought to contain. If I said I was wounded, or that i was constantly panicked, then those words would be the only ones you would take. Bold of you to assume that I ran in fear of the dark. I embraced and befriended that shadow, for I am far from plain. A fool would think I did cry. A royal guard would scoff and spit as if I had asked pity. I am sorry to disappoint, for such acts are paralleled of that which i desired. Pointing all of the blame towards me, what a shame of what has come to be. I repelled your charred kettle, spurned from the hell of which you have conspired. Suppressing my sullen expression, I regress as I roll my eyes at your tantrums, thrown in a manner like that of a child. All the while my jar of swarming bees have settled to a light buzz. Why has my own zen gotten you all bent and riled? That spicy flavor which once burned my senses now tastes of sweet honey. My bee hive will neigh again become defiled. The clanking migraine from the loud chatter emitting from your flapper, has taught me how to adjust when all goes wild.