Queen Bee/ Shh!

Queen Bee/ Shh! Queen Bee/ Shh!

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Just some thoughts.
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Just some thoughts.

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Submitted: December 17, 2011

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Submitted: December 17, 2011

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Shh! Keep your thoughts to yourself,
You don’t know who can be sneaking about.
Can you imagine what would happen if you speak out?
You will be ruined, so shut your mouth.

Shh! Stay quiet, you don’t know who can hear,
Walls have ears you know? Your one greatest fear.
If I were you, I would stay silent with my thoughts,
Don’t say a thing until you’re absolutely sure.

Shh! Shut the Hell up! What if someone hears you?
You’ll lose your thrown, your peoples and crown too.
Just stay unspoken, before you turn into what you hate,
You will be judged and hated if you deal with fate.

Shh! Listen to me now,
Before you are too stupid, and lose your crown.
If you change your mind and stop the venom,
You will be alone, now and forever.

Shh! Stop thinking for yourself, you are too stupid to do so now.
Stop listening to that conscience of yours, stop wearing that frown.
Listen to me, do as I say!
Do you want to lose your popularity, your food and prey?

Shh! Stop feeling that guilt that whispers in your ear,
Why are you losing sleep? Why do you shed a tear?
You’re not a monster, you are the queen of the school!
You are damaged, it’s true, but so is she, and he is too.

Shh! Take a breath, and close your eyes,
As long as you hide them, create art with that knife.
You’ll be judged if you are caught, so don’t act rashly,
Sit up straight, laugh at them, don’t act so brashly!

Shh! Would you PLEASE stop trying to forgive them for who they are?
You’re the Queen Bee, you’re the unforgiving, you’re the star!
They are useless, pathetic, different and strange,
Take a look at all of the hate.

Shh! Stop thinking about speaking out,
You’ll only scream if you open your mouth.
You’re the Queen Bee, so act the part,
Ignore your wrist, forget your scars.

Shh! You lie still in a puddle of your own blood,
The Queen Bee is now dead, even when I told you what you should have done.
But you were consumed by guilt that fought with your reign,
In the end, it drove you insane.
Now Queen Bee, you are no more,
Let’s see what others have in store.


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