joys of being an insect

i keep having these thoughts i'm paranoid of everyone around me and that they will leave me so i just decided to write about it

being a butterfly in the sky

having joy and not having the ability to cry

to not care of my existence or give it a thought

just being silent not even having to talk

or a centipede crawling under a rock

not having to worry 

about the prey i will stalk

not having a memory for long

being emotionless

while being a human is full of wonders and joy

the burdens set in as if it were a penalty 

the love mixes with hate

and paranoia makes it unbearable to think

i wish i could let go of the fear of living alone

but my existence would only dwindle into an abyss

because when i die there will be no final kiss

no one there for me to be missed

i will fade in the pages of history

forgotten as if my life was only a children's story

i do not matter nor do you

while the beautiful insects that fill the world

do not think of how they will matter

or how there life be told

they care about survival in this cold harsh world

these are the joys that come with being an insect