Field of Thoughts

frolicking in a beautiful, lush feild where the grass sprouted from incompetence and the wildflowers smelled of self-hatred the bees made honey that tasted of bitter insecurities and the bees spread not pollen but hateful words that made the flowers flourish the sun shone with malice as the clouds shaded the feild of all compliments and positivity leaving the feild bright and colorful with pity this feild paints my mind and imagination where everything I do leaves me left for dead in my feild of thoughts